Look At Me

The room sleeps,

As does the owner of the bed,

With her peach-soft lips slightly turned down,

And her emerald eyes squeezed tight shut,

Her wavy, auburn hair acting like a curtain,

Not allowing what is in front of her to come into view.

Ha! Little does she know,

That I will make her see me,

For she avoids me, and I want her to envision me the way

I envision her.

I can sense the nightmares that you dream.

They are real,

Hideous, revolting dreams,

Never letting you go of your past.

You are always running away,

From an unknown predator,

One that keeps reaching for you,

Wanting to hold you tight.

One that you treat as a monster.

A hideous, revolting monster.

That you won't let near,

Yet I don't care,

Because I will always be back.

The darkness engulfs your elegant form,

Preventing me from looking at you.

But I don't care.

As much as I would love to gaze at your beauty,

I already know every single inch of your face.

A face that I have watched for weeks,

Trying to figure out the hidden pieces

To the puzzle of your life.

Don't worry my dear,

I have already solved the puzzle.

The sun slowly rises,

Shining a stream of light on you,

And your eyes open, only to stare in horror,

And I chuckle, because I know you can sense me in the room.

You see my dear, since I've been watching you for a while now,

We have a connection that is inseparable.