• He whispered to me
    In the cool dark of the night
    Little words,
    Meaningless nothing.
    I looked at him.
    He looked at me
    And he drew closer.
    There was a sharp intake of breath.
    That was me, I think,
    Hoping that it would happen.
    That he would kiss me.
    But he started whispering again
    And this time it wasn't meaningless.
    Every little fear I had tumbled out,
    Spoken in quiet little words
    All the time growing closer.
    His features gre blurry,
    He was so near.
    Yet still he whispered
    Thoughts of the shadows.

    Closer...
    Closer....

    Closer....


    I couldn't help it.
    I glanced down at his lips
    Which were moving ever so slightly
    As he spoke.
    Then,
    He whispered the most terrifying thing of all...
    I could feel his breath on my lips.
    "And you're afraid to love."
    Were his final words
    Before he drew away
    And left me,
    Trembling,
    In the suffocating darkness.