i'm not sure.

[thamyriself]

i don;t know what it is
but when you're gone,
left my prescence for
your own single version
of reality and dreams,
i feel like i'm being stalked
hunted watched and studied.
my sensces are heightened
for an expected launch of attacks
(destroying stable feilds
held by balloon suspension above
above their lost cities.)
And when you are here
across from the face you have learned
the face your brain could sketch
next to this body you have
been company of countless times
i feel an all out numbness
to the idea of being your prey.
i understand the light within you
and the treasures you bring forth.
But like the monster under my bed
who's prescence is only felt when the
procreating droids had left my side
i am constantly reminded of the fear
that awaits the door inside and out
the waves of panick that slowly set
because dust on the floor
remembers where i've walked.