i wouldn't call it stalking,
just close and intent watching.
a shadow with a subject,
to captivate and surpress.
i won't disturb your sleeping,
or be around too long,
just long enough so you don't forget who to call when she's gone.
and yes, i'll be so quiet,
that when you start to wake,
i'd laugh at you, and cry loud tears, so the silence could break.
I'd let you do anything to me,
I'd do it all for you.
in murder and love, and people above, you know it would be you...
one stick
one swipe
that represents my love
my adulthood
so where is my lipstick?
who's borrowing it tonight?
who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?
I need both to appear ready for anything
take note of everything I say
my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry
my femininity washes over me
and a guilty realization sets in
I get to play both parts in my head
man and woman
what can only be described as an unhealthy need for chaos
chaos that fills an emotional void
to be devoid of feeling is to loose your humanity
your identity
your self, and sense of self.
I lost it once, too.
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