Your skin grows duller by the minute.
To be frank I'm concerned for you darling.
Your decitful eyes have left me enthralled.
You seem almost fake.
Your smile, your whispers, your screams.
It's all fake isn't it?
Even if it is, I don't particularly care.
You lay there so peacefully.
But inside I know that your flailing.
Your words are sweet with a dreadful aftertaste.
You haunt me.
Stop clinging to me my dear.
I beg of you.
My fondness of you has faded.
Now morbid curiosity is all that remains