whatever you are,
wherever you came,
i hope you are satisfied.
i don’t speak of any human.
i speak of the one who took away my passion,
the one who stole the childish gleam in my eyes.
i haven’t seen such an apparition,
but i feel you.
i sense you are there.
do you find comfort in my suffering?
the nights of rest you’ve stolen from me,
the friends you’ve turned away,
i don’t put them at fault;
it was you who led them astray.
may you stare at the child i was.
his endless happiness is halt.
my eyes are now grey and cold,
a silver steel sword through my heart,
many bruises, cuts, scrapes and imperfections,
but i am still here.
you’ve not won.
you are nothing without the fear
that i so often gave you
the doubt, the worry,
the fear of being hurt again.
my many flaws are now my best friends- without them i would not be me.
without you, i would not be me.
i thank you, being of the night.
you’ve taught me to find myself in the darkest moments.
a twisted lesson, that alone you may learn.
#The One Who Stalks Me
red hazel