M. Hank

Characters:

JAMES: A wrestler, very calm and collected, except out on the mat in the spotlight. 

SHADOW: A strictly rule-following entity, always carrying a large book, gets flustered easily 

Imagine you are a grandma, whose favorite hat is an intricate straw number, passed down from her grandma, and crafted with loving hands by her great aunt, it makes her feel beautiful and young again, always putting a smile on her face.

The distance you put between us is beyond seen,

can't believe the length I've went just to get you to want me.

Now all you do is haunt my dreams,

making my thoughts slowly bleed,

(I will refer to s*x as dg in this Opinion writing, aka the gender the doctor pronounced you. This will also be mostly unedited, because this is just me blurting my thoughts onto a document to share.)

I could worry about the little things 
The little things that don't matter
The material things 
The things nobody but myself sees