Something in your smile was so exciting. Something in my heart told me I must have you.

I wrote this today in my school's literary magazine. I wrote it with a few people in mind, but towards the end, I ended up combining the two together. If you're reading this, it isn't about you, and Liz, it isn't about you, either. (I'm also definite that she doesn't have access to this blog).


'Anonymous'
29.11.10


"I hate you.
I want to hack away at your being.
Make you mine.


To embody what I hate.
Fear.
Everything I longed to be.


They crept in,
like the Midnight Man.
You are a puppet, your strings vulnerable.


A soldier of humanity,
replaced only by a ghost of have-beens.
A fraud.


A thousand persons,
crammed into one.
Who are you?"