Sitting
in the dark
next to you.
I feel your breathing,
keeping time with mine.
I feel you,
but I can't understand you.
Do you know I'm here?
Do you want me here?
You left.
Come back.

you are in my house
and it will eat you
because you would be dead

i am busy
too busy
for this nonsense

tempting
but i must decline

Why hello there
it's nice to see you again
not like it's anything different or
special, see
you're simply everywhere I go
not like that's bad though
see, I like you
the way you smile
your hair
even your unconventional nerdy socks
not like I'd ever tell you
or talk to you
at all
see I'm scared
not like scared of you
but of your thoughts
about me
if there are such thoughts.