So he can finally see me.
Look at him. A sight I can’t help pity. Lucky for him I know all about him. Obviously this isn’t something he is aware of, but which woman airs her dirty laundry?
With his sad brown eyes, sunken into a bag of depression. They were so swollen one would mistake him as someone who physically fought often. Empty and lost. I could see straight through them. The first sign of weakness – I could see through to his soul. He wasn’t man enough to guard his eyes with what he wanted to show the world. That’s why I chose him.
Clothes crumpled, hair greasy, nails unkept. He must think the world is at his feet, me paying him attention. This is just the start baby, keep looking back at me, walk straight into this trap. Consume this beauty I’m showing to you on the outside, because it’ll control you. You are what you consume sweetheart, and this is the start on my consumption.
He will never know that I’ve been shadowing his life from 8 months. Following his every move, stalking his every emotion, drinking his every thought. Everyday. This is the first time I have presented myself to him, but today will be his last day having any control over his life.
He is now me.