he knows..
the way he looks at me...
those dark eye's now seem softened somehow...

he no longer picks on me...
he dosen't yell at me in the halls...
he dosen't shoot his evil glares at me when I do something wrong...
in fact he pays no attention to me at all...

my late night meetings have become more risky...
i no longer hide in the shadows..
i walk down the cold halls, feet bare....
hoping to catch a glimpse of my obsession...

rounding a corner he sees me..
stalking toward me, he looks so ominous...
yet so warm...
his mouth opens, but I do not hear his words..
i can only focus on his intoxicating smell...

detention in the dungeons tomorrow...
i cannot show love..
i must deny myself...
it must hide...