He creeps around my neighborhood
And waits until the final few moments before my
Head rests upon my pillow
His eyes glistens with glee and
With a smirk upon his face bestows
My doorstep with his presence
He can smell my fear and anticipation
This isn't normal, it's borderline habitual
I'm tempted by his nightly visits
And I fucking expect them
I can't think of anything but him
He consumes me the only way he knows how
My thoughts and concerns are only of him
And he feeds off my participation
It's what keeps him alive
I wake up in the morning and my day proceeds
With no lingering thoughts
But as night befalls and I'm left alone with
My thoughts of being alone...
The green eyed monster is standing at my doorstep
And I welcome him
