#178 - Disagree

It is only in the perverse darkness of the room that you come closer to me. (Why only in this darkness? Why only when no one else can see you? When no one else cares to look. Only under these lights that flash in our faces with the irregularity of lightning making it so hard for me to see you, and you to see me.) So close that your solidity is beginning to suffocate me in a way only you know how to do. This, it, you, affect me so much that I cannot think. I cannot breathe. I am absolutely immobile. I succumb to your presence beside me, in my mind, all over my body, up and down. I cannot get you off of me. I am unable to control me, and my very being, anymore.

Your shadow echos in my ear. Resonating off my beating heart, blood rushing to and through my ears. You cause the world around me to fall away in to that dark dark night. (I cannot tell if this is night or day. Not anymore.) I want to know why you can make me cry, shed these tears sliding down my dusty, grimy face. I want to know why you affect me in this way. I want to know why you can make me this sad. So full of despair. When you never do anything for me, to me or with me. It was always me. For you, to you and with you. Always you, you and you.

It was, and never will be, about me.
And don't you dare disagree.