Author's Note: After a long period spent exploring other fandoms, I find myself in love with Naruto again. XD To that end, I thought I'd clean up some of my old stuff...I'm trying to keep most of it in tact since I like being able to look back at my old stuff so I can kind of see where I came from, but a little polishing shouldn't hurt. XD Hope you enjoy!
Watching.
Watching you sleep and wishing I was tired too.
But I'm not.
I don't want to sleep. I know what I'll think of.
It's better this way, huh. Oh, or how do you say it, "un"?
Yes.
That's better.
Anyways… just watching. Don't worry; I won't do anything to you. I just like to lay here and watch your chest rise and fall, your slightly open mouth just barely saved from drowning in your sea of hair, your legs twisted in sheets I wish I could untangle and replace with- But it's better this way.
Knowing.
Knowing you're right for a few brief moments when the night can't get any darker and I can't get any closer to you. Because what else could this be but art? And I might wish it would last forever, but I have a feeling that, for you and me, life will be a bang.
Something changes in the night, I think of a noise I should be hearing or perhaps a shadow shifts, and I wonder for a second if you're actually breathing, but it was only eyes that have seen too much, eyes that might fall asleep without me telling them to.
I wish I could wake you up and that you'd blink a bit and wave a groggy hand to say I could stay, that in the morning it would be perfectly okay, but I'm being that spoiled little child again, thinking only of myself.
I'm lonely.
No excuse; I've always been lonely. I always will be. I decided that a long time ago before I knew what I was doing. They'll last forever as puppets, but puppets don't love.
I wish I'd realized that.
The ceiling moves, propelled by darkness on its slow path to dawn, and I will be gone, a change in the night. You will never know the mattress slumped a little lower, that each slow, deep breath was counted.
And I will not make you last forever. Puppets don't love.
At least I thought they didn't.
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