Here is my first ever Laby fic. I read it better than I write it, and I can only write it when I am motivated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or any lines from the movie, they belong to Jim Henson Productions (lucky them).
Why?
Why do you insist on haunting my thoughts all of the time? Your cruel cruel eyes piercing into my soul, baring it for all to see and all to hurt. Your milky skin urging my fingers to touch it, then burning me when I do. Your voice, calling me, taunting me, making me scream out your name in my sleep when I can't find you in my dreams. Why do you haunt me so? It is you who are cruel. You, who gave me a taste of what love was like, then dashed the cup from my lips when I wanted more. I gave you so much of myself and you gave back so little. That little piece you did give I carry with me everywhere. I don't want to, but there are some things that none of us can control. Do you carry me with you? Or am I just one of the nameless faces that occupy your thoughts when you feel lonely? Do any of the faces mean anything to you? Do you see them in your sleep? I see yours every time I close my eyes. My eyes, that are filled with salty tears when I realize that I will never have a chance to win your love, long to see you look in my direction, to take notice of me and figure out how much I love you. I want you to posses me, to love me, to fullfil my urge for your passion. I want to burn under your touch, all the while knowing that you will mock me for my weakness. Why do I torture myself into thinking that you could ever feel this way about me?
Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave....