You twist thoughts to masterpieces,

Delicately create scenes so vivid I can feel them,

I envy the way you paint words onto paper,

I feel the beginnings of obsession trickling through my mind,

Sending shivers down my spine,

I count each breath between the lines,

And I don’t know your face,

Or even if that’s your real name,

But I do know I’m falling harder with each sentence you create.