Weaponry.

If looks could kill then I'd hold
the key to resurrecting.

I'd be born again.
Into the dawn, outside of you.

I don't have that power though, I can't
condemn you for not loving me.

As often as I've wanted to haunt
your dreams -invade your sense of security,
your studious oblivion - you cannot be touched.

I could try to murder you with
my eyes, but I'd just be left
more blind than before...

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Random write on 9/13/15 @ 12 PM