watch me .
she’s pretty, from far away.
nothing is ever as good up close, especially when it’s yours. but from the distance, she could almost be beautiful. almost.
i take a few steps closer to get a better view, but she moves further and further away. it’s almost as if she knows once i get close enough i’ll discover the truth, and won’t care. she’s baiting; she wants to keep a distance and keep me interested. but she doesn’t realise that i’m not a shark. i know she’ll start running the moment i get too close. i try anyway.
the lights blink, and everything melts into the dark, eerie night. i’m left feeling my way around, aware of all my other senses while my vision is blurred. i feel someone next to me and i know it’s her. focusing on the outlines of my surroundings hurt my eyes, so i continue to rely on everything else. i can feel her warmth, and smell her scent, and i hear her whisper into my ear; ‘stop. it’s more fun this way.’
when the lights turn back on, she’s gone. i blink to clear my eyes of the hazy grey mass that has filled them and look around. and go back to watching from a distance.
whether it makes her more or less beautiful, i will never know.