If only you would look at me
One glance
One smile
One wave
One wink
In my direction
And you’d find out how good we would be together

When he turns off the light,
He sees no one inside.
Blackness of purity, purity of chaos.
He still sees those eyes,
Something looms over his mind
That he sometime dreamed about,
That he sometime thought about,
That he sometime uttered about.

And in those dreams,
When blood rushed through his brain,
When he experiences it all over again,
When he jumps out of it to see
What he had been through,
He then feels and comes to know
A daunting fact—
The hidden depression he knows,
When the past still haunts
And hunts for its prey.

Your house.
The soft light. The green and yellow painted walls.
The tall and wide windows.
All your books. All your paintings. All your pictures.
All the most important words I know.

Then snowfall.

And you’re naked on your couch and the image of desire
It’s terrifying. It’s beautiful. I hate myself. I want to stay here forever.

Every move is intentional. I want this to be everything all the time.
I want to get this right.
I want to give you something real.
                  Something sweet and meaningful.
Something you can really get your claws into.

Please don’t say I’m overdoing it.
         I’m trying my best to make      
                             something worth your time. So you might think you could love me.

But instead:
              Humiliation.

In the dark
There are shadows
It is why our ancestors gathered
By a fire
Those dark shapes are created by ones mind
Unless they are of
The living kind
Just behind you
Moves a form
In the corner of your vision
Look..
and it moves no more
You and your imagination
And yet you can hear a slight
Breath,
a gentle breeze
It's why we should huddle
Together at night
For shapeless horrors
like these.