I have a feeling you will be in the library
Book in hand, half in some other world You will always smile predictably and perfectly when you look up and see me observing you from afar in the dust-lingering quiet You'll close your book, and ask me "What?" And blink And I will say "Oh, nothing..." You will wait awkwardly, but warmly, for me to turn on my heel Before you resume "What" is that I don't want a library of love With hearts locked away in intellectual discourse Straightened up in a proper binding of intellect and reason I am vermin I am hungry for destruction For the mingling of tails and claws Fur and teeth and writhing And ripping your pretty words to shreds I don't think it will be long before you realize you don't love me That warm smile reads: I am fascinating because You are frightened of me and... You just don't know it yet Copyright 2020 Amber Jade
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