Love me

You stand. 

Erect and assertive, you stand. 

Your eyes, deep and pooly

Drown me with your judgement. 

I can't breathe. 

Sitting, on your borrowed couch, 

I melt away, backbone and all. 

Your gaze pins me to the spot.

Soul-piercing irises 

lay upon me their rageful stare,

gripping at my lungs.

I cannot breathe. 

Settling over me like an old blanket

your eyes coat me in the shame I feel within. 

My sticky, cloying, soul-sucking shame, floating to the surface. 

I can't withstand the emotional deluge

so I avert my gaze. 

Lids settle over my sore eyes;

and I retreat into the confines of my mind

Black and dark, you appear

Centre-stage and angry.

At my brain's middle-point 

I imagine you there, looking at me. 

Layered in dust 

and too late to clean away from view

You take a look around. 

Shame turns to despair. 

Soft sofa fabric beneath my rigid hands

pulls me back to reality.

Exacerbated, I bate breath and look up

in expectation

To see that you're gone.