A Dark Stare Down

Think of me what you will
It doesn't make any difference
But I'll let you know you'll
Never have any comprehension of this
Passion that I'm holding down
For you. So turn around and
Walk away, leave me prostrate in your
Bloody tracks.
Don't you dare turn around
You'll never handle what you
So casually left behind.
You know you'll miss what you
Never had though. Something fierce
And violent that you could only
See from the corner of your eye.
But don't you dare look back.