Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Maybe it was when my friend
wouldn't stop talking
about your beauty
and I was seeking his bare skin
to put out my cigarette.
Jealousy is ugly but my appearance
could never compare to your
lips, or the way you would
look up through your eyelashes
when you were
scared or in love.
(were they the same thing?)

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Perhaps it was when I realised
I no longer searched for him
in the poetry I wrote
and read.
Rather it is your
inexplicable beauty and intelligence
that I try to capture with
stumbled words and drunken
rants to people who don't really
care.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
It could have been when I
needed to ground myself to reality
and so I thought of you.
I dreamt of the curls in your
hair as it slightly changed
colour and I thought of
your bed and the comfort
that surrounded me when I was there.
I thought of your mother, and the
anger I feel towards your father.
I thought of your laughter
and the happiness it invokes
when  I hear it.
I thought of your tears
and the sheer anguish
that follows.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
"Missing you comes in waves and
last night I felt like I was drowning".

They call us vampires
because the moon is our sun
and our day is their night.

They call us vampires
because all that we've done
to inspire true fright.

They call us monstrous creatures
for our pale, stone cold features.

They lock their doors, hide in fear.
They can tell when we are near.

Try not to listen when you hear us say,
"We are the hunters, and you are the prey."