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...
a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.
I feel like I'm imposing
Which isn't fair for you to do,
It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside
I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was
I thought we we're doing this anymore
subjugated to solitude eternal,
only perceiving and watching love,
maybe receiving it but never understanding it
never internalizing it
it bounces off. Doesn't stick,
unkept and unruly and unclean.
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