Haunted People Never Sleep
You slept with your eyes open.
I’d glance over in the
haze of midnight
hoping to catch you
watching me
like I watched you.
I was willing to
peel back the shadows,
tear down the thin façade
to let you see my battle scars,
or even simply just
kiss away your chaos.
Instead when I looked over,
I saw those white slits,
as if a ghost resided there
and I would fade back into
haunted dreams.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2014
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