My Little Monster Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Within my sadness and lonliness,
I dwell on the heartache in my chest.
I can hear the footsteps echo in my mind -
as if they tap against my spine.
My flesh and blood and bones; you grow to the rythme of my pulsing viens.
And alas, if he held my last breath -
he'd also hold yours.
I craddle the thought of your beauty in my arms,
as I wander the endless street to oblivion.
I am obligated to weap and feel sorrow,
at the expense of my happiness.
Eighteen and insignificant,
but to look upon my hands and see wrinkles -
I know I've done this time upon time,
in this life and others.
Beloved and feared,
you are the monster my life will consume -
my eyes will bleed at the tender bitter smile,
you first glance to reflect in my eyes.
You're the imprefection that makes life so beautiful.