Hidden in Plain Sight

I'm always here, lurking in the shadows and lingering on the very edges of your perception and consciousness. I observe your every move through eyes that never blink unless yours do. You see me too, I know you do, but you also don't. Not really. Each and every day I stare into your face as you do the same, and part of me hopes that each time will finally be when you take notice, yet you always look away without truly seeing. The spell you've got me under keeps me trapped here, ensnared in your presence but also unable to reach out, to make you aware of just what you do to me. It feels like I'm constantly drowning in these emotions that refuse to disappear, until it seems as if I ought to asphyxiate. I desperately want to break this enchantment, but I can't. It's going to be the death of me no doubt, however it is something of beauty even if you have no knowledge of its existence. Or mine, for that matter. I cannot, no, will not let you escape me. You are stuck just as I am, and if not held captive by this obsession, then by my own doing. You can't turn away from me because I'll never allow it. You belong to me just as I am yours, a fact which will not be buried or smothered. Imagining you with another fills me with such violent rage that I want to scream out with its intensity so that you will finally hear and understand that you will never be anyone else's but mine. One day soon, you'll be made to see it. To see me. For real this time. Still, I know you know I'm here. Because despite looking me in the eye every day of your life, you simply do not comprehend the game we play. You do exactly as I do when we're around each other. I copy you as you copy me. Our motions are always in perfect sync. When our gazes meet, we look away together. Turning from one another, we do so simultaneously. Your facial expressions mimic mine right down to the finest detail. You leave me with no choice. Your pull is far too powerful for even the slightest hope of resistance and I am addicted. I am aware that our time is running out fast. The clock ticks away in tandem with the simultaneous beating of our hearts. So I'll uphold this facade for only one encounter more. I will stay on my side of the glass wall, this barrier between us you call a mirror, merely watching silently as you watch me and see only yourself. Soon, you will learn how wrong you are. The glass between us may be shattered right along with your perfect little illusion of innocence, however the fixation shall remain because you are equally as powerless to destroy it as I am. If you kill me, I kill you and vice versa. If you die, I will as well. I do happen to be your reflection after all. I tend to do what you do.