"Want"
Struggling impulsively against temptation,
Invisible hands that drew her near.
Looking away, she tries to avoid,
But temptation only feeds on fear.
Scratching at walls and grasping the carpet,
Trying to drag her limp body away,
She doesn't know how,
It made her approach, she won't know to her dying day.
As her hand grasped around the shadow of want,
Her heart rate quickened and her mind shut down,
It was just what she wanted, what she'd needed that day,
Her eyes slid to the door as she stilled, listening for a sound.
It was hers, forever and a day, she knew it,
She loved it, there was nothing more.
Material or not, she'd won what she wanted,
And smiling wickedly she walked out the door.
Too Well
He arched an eyebrow at me,
His equivalent to a smile.
Quietly walking around me,
He reaches for my file.
I sit up high, upon a stool,
Only slightly nervous.
My outsides seem so calm and cool,
But I think he knows me better.
Skipping over the basic facts,
My birth, my address, my name.
He tilts his head to the side,
About to start his game.
He checks the facts he knows are true,
Taking useless notes.
My own mind he works to undo,
Hoping to find his answer.
Questions of when and how now forgotten,
Instead he asks me why.
And watching him openly,
I open my mouth to lie.
But he stops me with a raised palm,
And a cool, pointed pause.
Speaking slowly to quell me into calm,
He tells me not to fake.
Knows too much about me he does,
So he can easily walk through my defence.
Getting this close is my only weakness,
So I let you, it makes no sense.
Sorry they took so long, hope they're ok. Want any more?