She’s stared at me for years,
To the point where watching her,
Staying up all night,
Eating,
Writing,
Working,
While keeping an eye on her was normal.

Normal.

Black,
Faint,
Silhouette

.

I mimic her on days when I don’t realize,

I’m standing
Staring,
right beside,
into the eyes of a younger me,

eyes; petrified.

red from the late nights,
red; blood.

her scratches are scratching,

just like my cuts are cutting.

I need to watch her like I watch me.

otherwise,

I’m Hurt.

and I don’t want to be hurt.

She watches me and I watch her back,
But where has she gone,

And why.