Prey

How friendship can feel like being chased...

Prey

Friendship
is the name.
Yet I change it
into a hunters game.

Like a lone deer
I parade,
hoping for you
to spot me.

Vulnerable,
soft flesh.
So easy to devour.
Please try?

You're so near.
You don't smell me?
You're not hungry?
Unconcerned you wander off.

Trembling and panting,
like I barely survived
a fearsome chase,
I collapse to the ground.

I am a prey

However it's not you
who's the predator,
but my own
desperately searching heart.