11-16 I Know Him So Well

I want to write this,
in a way that doesn't give him credit,
so you all know I didn't go crazy,
at the end of the fairy tale,
that I wasn't the villain,
but I don't know anymore,

villain, lover, fool,

is he even real?
who can tell?

All I know,
is I sat on a park bench,
waiting for him to sit down,
waiting for his hand,
but he didn't sit down,
he didn't offer his hand,

instead he watched me,
smoke curling between his fingers,
while he yelled, afraid of the monster
he created,
Frankenstein doesn't cry,
get up, 

but I didn't want to.

I wanted him to see and not see this,
this is me with you and not with you,
this is me.

Who knows anymore?
Who does he see?

villain, lover, fool,

Why doesn't he just sit down,
take me hand, and say okay,
nothing more, just one word,
it's all I ever wanted,

touch.

I'm afraid,
he doesn't know how.

either he is afraid like me,
or he doesn't know me,
as well as I know him,

perhaps,
there's his word again,
perhaps.