A watcher.
On a deserted beach I wait.
Abandoned;
Lonely in my own company.
With fears to plague me,
Akin to those of a lost child.
Dreaming.
A dark stain shadows my mind.
Hurt.
Familiar hands close about my throat.
I struggle, full of fight to live,
Then awake, alone again.
I withdraw.
My shell is my protection.
Separated,
Torn from you I bleed.
You are so far away,
And nothing has changed but me.
A watcher,
Reliving an old love in her heart.
Waiting.
Insecure and terrified to lose.
Though I am safe from the usual scars,
Because you wait for me too.
Vivid Hunter 