Everything and Nothing

I know everything about you, stranger. I know your favorite color, of course, and the jeans you wear the most. I could comb your hair out of your eyes the exact same way you do. I can recite the number of freckles covering your skin more quickly than you could count them. I know the feeling of the scar on your back as well as I feel the beat of my heart skip when I see you. I know the color of your eyes is my new favorite color, and the places you visit I now also frequent. I know you think talking to me is a game. I know you find it fun to make me wait for my phone to ring. I know everything, and yet I know nothing. I don't know if you know how much your game is killing me. I don't know if you can see the pain writhing inside me. I'm not sure if you can tell that I'm going through hell waiting for you to speak. I hope you don't know I'm dangling by a thread that's bound to break.