He Waits

He is there again, waiting by the door. 
That makes the third time this week. 
His eyes are mesmerizing.  His hair as black as night. 
You can tell he is a fighter by the scars he bears. 
He just stands there, staring.  Waiting. 
I'll sneak out the back tonight. 
maybe I can make it to my car without him noticing. 
But there is something about him....... 
It's as though it was meant to be. 
That we should be together. 
That he should come along at this point in my life. 
He could be crazy.  Dangerous. 
he might attack me at any moment if I went out there. 
But then again, he might not. 
No.  I'll leave out the back. 
I'm almost to my car.  I don't see him. 
OMG!  You scarred me to death. 
How did you get back here so fast? 
How did you know Iwould use the back door? 
I suppose you want to come home with me. 
O.K., get in. 
I know I am going to regret this. 
come on kitty, kitty, kitty...let's go home.

mysterymefree verse

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