For her you are the way she moves her body,

Following the rhythm, losing herself with a smile

For him you are the lines on the page, the ones that are so beautiful they take you away,

For some you show yourself with as a horrible, monsterish creature, a creeping obsession that lies and steals, acting as a comforting friend, never willing to show your true self as you take their personality

Others see you as the thrill that comes with late nights with the team, planning and preping for the next game

A few see you as the adrenaline that comes when they win money, you abondon them for months as they gamble their souls to win

Many more have yet to find you, you hide in the darkness away from their sight, they look and cry out for your comfort but you are not ready yet, not ready to be seen