It excites me,

The thought of being a mystery.

There is a thrill in being an enigma in someone else's story.

A character of many secrets.

The one the you can never stop thinking about,

The one you can't seem to figure out.

It makes me feel powerful, glorious.

Fathomless, forever inscribed in their minds.

And then I will be gone.

Just like that, without a warning.

Soon, the thought of me will leave them

And I will be nothing.

That excites me. 

The thought of not truly belonging,

Not really ever known.

So that when I disappear,

It will be as if I was never here.