stare

I stare at you
because when I do,
the world stops.
the worries of today and tomorrow
no longer relevant.
the noise in my head
no longer a deafening sound.
in a place where it is just you and
no one else.
nothing else.
when you are not around,
the world resumes.
I can survive, of course,
but I do not like it.
I just walk around until
I see you again
and maybe then
the world can stop once more.
my happy place.
I love it when it stops
a feeling, I have grown addicted to
and can not seem to do without.
and that, my dear,
is why I stare at you

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