I look at him. I look at him every day from afar. At times, he comes close. We speak. We laugh, and we remissness. I look at him, while hes not watching. My stomach hurts. Ive never felt so dam scared in my life. When I think of him, I want to cry, and sometimes I do. Every day that passes I think about it. Again and again. I can't stop but to imagine him, all of him, with me. I get angry, I'm a coward. I just can't tell him. I can't tell him about how I would have him over all the others. I choose him over my sight, taste, even time if I could pay. I think he knows, he's staying away. Why am I denied this? Every night I see him, a photo at the least, and in my imagination. I see us together, with all my hopes for us. I would rule, and have him at my side. I would trust him with my weakness, a sword of my Krytonite. To him I would not raise a finger, but only a hand to stroke his face as to the softness that it may be compared to the petals of a rose. I could be rage full, I could be on the verge of spilling blood, but with him, I would cease my rampage, all for him. I would give him everything I have. My heart, cut out of my chest, I would serve it to him my self. Be it if he were Nosferatu, my blood will be a drink to quench his thirst. I imagine holding him, I can't stop shaking and shaking and shaking. I feel so vulnerable when I'm with him. I feel like this monster, this demon in the mirror, I'm waiting to attack, but I'm scared of him, because I want to hold him, kiss him, whisper my love to him, pleasure him, sleep with him, awake with him, and do it all over again, but I can't, so I look at him.