first moments.

It all happened so quick. She was there, on the steps. Brooklyn, New York in the summertime. She looked into me and it was over - I'd never be able to go back to where I was, to who I was. 

She looked through me. 

She was everything to me before I even knew her name. The way her long, black hair fell all the way down her back. The way her clothes clung to her body. The way her lips were slightly opened showing her perfect teeth. I could feel her breath coming into me and out of me. She was breathing life into me. My heart started beating again when I met her. 

Her beauty was overpowering. Her laugh cut the moment in half, her laughter was torture and heaven. It was everything I'd waited to hear my whole life. She was kind and warm, too kind and warm for how unbelievable beautiful she was. It wasn't right, it was too much - she was far too much. 

I will never be able to go back to where I was, to who I was. 

LISTENING TO: Lights Up - Harry Styles 

It Creeps

It watches me. I can feel it. I feel it in the dark.
It.
Is.
Always.
There.

Why does it watch me? I hate the way it feels.
I hate when it's there staring at me. My skin crawls, my hairs stand up.
I can feel it's hot breath and dark, deep eyes.

I've never seen it but I know what it looks like.
I've never touched it but I can feel it all the time.
I don't think it will ever leave me.

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LISTENING TO: It Will Come Back - Hozier