I find myself
p e a k i n g
around corners,
watching my back
and every footstep
unsure of whether
I'm avoiding
or looking for you.
I smile,
just to watch the shape of your irises grow.
just to see the subtle change of color
just to make you be the one to walk away
we're playing a quiet game.
You'll hear me coming.
Someday.
Neither of us will sneaking
There are no surprises in Russian roulette.
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