All alone at night, I sit, plotting my plans for you.
You made me promises you could not keep, but, then again, how could you?

You put your hands around my brain, squeezing every inch of it.
But my stony, cold, forbidden walls thwarted your best efforts.

I will not bend, nor break, nor surrender to you
No matter how desperately I wish to.

"Try one more time."
"No. I'm just too tired. I'm through."

Eager innocence of youth is frost on glass,
So easily wiped away by a careless hand
Exposing the bitter cold world outside.

A frozen heart will drag you down
To a place you ought not visit all alone.

I will hold your hand
You will not drown.

I cried when I thought about you today.
My chest tightened and my heart swelled.
You are so distant, now.
Is it because I limited you when you kissed me?
Kept your hands from exploiting my body?

A long-standing friendship, nearly gone
After awakening a dormant beast.
The words that flowed freely as if chains had burst
hold such little meaning.

You are so distant, now
After tender arms tangled together late at night.
I could have swore there was love in your eyes.
Has it been shadowed by fear?

But don't worry,
I'm a suffer-in-silence type.
You'll never have to hear such things,
Let's just be old friends again.

We'll just be the same as we were.
Old friends.

Cold-hearted, eating others with gnashing, gnawing, tearing teeth
Sacrificing upon a blood-soaked alter without the slightest ray of remorse
Mile long legs with shining green eyes set beneath blonde hair to lure in prey
Shredding them apart with words and movements.
So easy, when made of stone and ice.

Wasting, staring at the ceiling
Ever staring; never truly seeing.
Time, ever sliding, escaping.
Brain decaying, forever melting,
Onto the pillow top draining,
In hours spent unwaking.

In a computer-world, living
Never thriving, only existing.

You have a beard, and I like that  a lot.
It is my favorite thing about you....
Save for the downy hair atop your head, I like that, too.
And your copper eyes; those are nice...
Your big, strong arms and hands are certainly worth noting.
Chest hair, because you're a man... It's pretty cool.

The freckles across the bridge of your nose,
The calluses on your fingertips,
The crinkles in the corners of your eyes,
I guess I'm pretty fond of those, too.

But your smile, I love.
You laugh and I laugh along and life is easy and effortless and kind.
And I want to keep you, and your beard, and your arms, and your eyes, and your smile forever.
But mostly your smile.
I love that.