Tuesday, 21 June 2011

The Invisible Man

The elusive invention of my imagination,
He calls at night and gnaws my senses numb,
He haunts the day until I succumb.

I stand in your shadow; my dirty little secret.

He wakes me with your deliciously sweet sighs,
The peaceful patter of your drumming fingers.

He holds me in your hoodie, in the smell of your
Body- your beating heart.

He looks into me with those big, bottomless
Eyes he stole from you, knows no matter how
Hard he tries it's never enough.

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