Odd
Obscure
Pale in the moonlight you were
from the start
A ghostly figure
hovering in the corner
But the glow of your red fire
made your company warm
Passionate
you are
But numb
Feeling so much you feel
nothing.
Wanting so much
your hands remain
empty.
Don't think I don't know you
And why your heart turns cold
I'm sorry you met me in innocence
Only to see me turn to this
This is not me
I whisper slowly
This is not me
I whisper again
I'm growing frantic
You draw
Into the corner
Ghostly again
Repulsed by my skin
I am human
We only just became close.
And who are you?
This question turns your eyes
to moonlit diamonds in the dark
piercing me with a stare
As if to say
Who are you
to ask?