I am the hand
crawling in your mind.
I am the particles
in your hair, your curls.
I am the monsters chasing
you in your dreams.
I am the stranger you see
in a filled, busy street.
I am the odd character
that never had its own chapter.
I am the too orange evening sky
that makes the day feel eerie.
I am the tugging at your feet
when you're alone, asleep.
I am nothing
but a little bit of everything.
I am not the plot
but it's what you think about.
I am the curve you missed
but you know deep inside.
I came to see you
so don't let me go.
You can't let me go.
I know.
You won't let me go.

-m.b