Sometimes I stand outside your window at night. I push the brush aside and
push my pug
like face against the pane. I watch you breath in and then out.
What the hell is that smell?
Oh wait I remember its just me and my unwashed body.
Note to self wash when returning home to my box.
You roll over and my mouth gapes open in anticipation.
This is what I have been waiting to see for the past 3 hours.
In fact for the past 3 years that I have been standing out you window.
Oh shit.
You start to stir.
Fuck, you're awake and staring right at me.
You stay unmoving for seemingly hours but in fact only seconds before
reaching under the bed and grabbing your enormous rifle.
Bang. Bang.
The Witch Is Dead. You scream and then I slip into unconscines
Now who is the crazy one
Guess who
like face against the pane. I watch you breath in and then out.
What the hell is that smell?
Oh wait I remember its just me and my unwashed body.
Note to self wash when returning home to my box.
You roll over and my mouth gapes open in anticipation.
This is what I have been waiting to see for the past 3 hours.
In fact for the past 3 years that I have been standing out you window.
Oh shit.
You start to stir.
Fuck, you're awake and staring right at me.
You stay unmoving for seemingly hours but in fact only seconds before
reaching under the bed and grabbing your enormous rifle.
Bang. Bang.
The Witch Is Dead. You scream and then I slip into unconscines
Now who is the crazy one
Guess who