There are many monsters within me
But the one that is the strongest has no shape or form save for its eyes.
Its eyes are not blue or brown, they are not hazel.
They are green.
A green that would turn your stomach at a glance, the kind of green one thinks of when met with illness.
The kind of green that no art would ever use.
They are a green so terrible, that the onky thought that can be associated with it is decay.
This monster is not one of rage
Not one of sorrow
It is one that causes pain, but not physical
It causes longing, but not for love
It causes hate
It's irrational.
It can't be reasoned with.
It is strong, and once it grabs hold it holds on until you become stronger than it.
Not everyone can overcome this monster
Not everyone will encounter this monster
I face this monster daily, its irrationality clouds my judgment, its pain torments my mind and soul to the point of breaking, but it will not break me because without a host its powerless.
I thought myself free from the clutches of this monster, but each thought of you simply wakes it.
Even the loveliest thoughts of you are poisoned by its influence.
The sweetest of dreams tainted with its hue.
One day I wish to be rid of this monster, but I fear the only way is to lose you.
And so, this monster, this green eyed monster only grows until that fear is gone.
