There was a beast at my door,
and I let him in thinking
he was you.
He was not you.
But I gave him your name,
and now he stays.
And when you come I am confused.
Who are you?
Are you the beast that daily
hunts my thoughts,
cuts the meat from my heart?
Why is he curled up,
content on my hearth?
Of whom should I be afraid,
the beast or the boy I love?
Or the one who opened the door?
~June 6, 2010
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