You have become something
I look forward to every day.
Even, a reason to live.
Since you first walked into my life,
At the tender age of 13,
I've been captivated.
I am continuesly captured
by your exquisite beauty
and promises
of a better existence.
You seduced me,
you faceless figure in drooping,
dark robes.
And that lovely scythe?
To die for.
I truly am head over heels;
for I see you everywhere.
On the labelling of an Asparin bottle.
The glint of a pen knife.
A big yellow bus hurtling towards me.
The noose I have yet to make.
The thought of talking to you is nerve wracking.
Rejection,
failure,
I fear would break me.
But at the same time,
the prospect of a new chapter,
in my otherwise dismal life,
is so achingly tempting.
I can't predict the future.
I cannot say if I shall suffer in silence,
or approach you like a man possessed.
