I’ve been watching you.

From Afar.

Not too far.

Far enough to stay hidden.

And watch you do your bidding.

Waiting. Lurking.

Staying away from your vision.

While I go about my mission.

Observing. Obsessing.


Not able to have you, I know.

You’re not mine to own.

You belong to the world.

You have given yourself to them.

They adore you, even more than I.

They want you, as much as I.

They desire you, but not as strong as mine.

They can’t have you, and neither can I.

Or so you think.

While you do those dishes

In that kitchen sink.

In your home. Safe. Relaxed.

They can’t get in.

And neither can I.

Or so you think.

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