I love the way
you gently wash
the essence of me
off your perfect
skin
like washing
away the days sorrows
your eyes glance
through the window
at all the
night offers
and pull it into your
soul
your lips
cast a devious smile
at me as I swing
under a playful sliver
of glittering moon
and countless stars
I love the way
you slide
into your jeans
the way your
fingers move over
the buttons of
your favorite
black shirt
even the way
you tie your
shoes
I love watching
you from my vintage
point just outside
the window
where the tree is
and I'm swinging
just for you
but the rope keeps
cutting into my throat
and the late-night
autumn breez is chilly
on my blood soaked
skin
pools of red
remain in the shower
but you don't care
you've already left
to take out your
new girl
I just hope
she's pretty enough
for you
my body grows
cold and my vision
is fading
I wish you would
let me down
I don't like
heights
but you put me here
so here
I shall stay
Author notes
Option 2
Hope you find it creepy enough.
A contest entry
- Random Options by Megan Awesome.
470 points, ended November 1, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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This is damn creepy. I love this. I wasn't expecting this ...
but the rope keeps
cutting into my throat
and the late-night
autumn breez is chilly
on my blood soaked
skin
But it's my favorite part lol. This is great. Thank you for entering and good luck!!!
Megan -
Wow - great write - creepy and mysterious - almost like a film noir..
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Morrg its dark and I like it
This really digs deep into dark obsessions I mean its kinda what every obsession is like when you tear it open and analyze them. Its really all about how much you love the person or item and how it sort of kills you slowly when they leave or the item deteriates.
Love you baby.
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