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