Such unwanted

I could've been the things you were afraid to touch but still admired from a far distance.

Like a poisonous spider hanging from a web in front of your back door; as soon as you opened it.
Unique with colors and legs, but different in many ways.
I could've been the pretty thought chased away by the vulnerability you were afraid to explore.
 Unfolded with your mind, but not your heart. 
Controlled with the emotions you displayed on your bedroom trophy shelves while you undressed your unnoticed mask.

I could've been the teardrop that stained your lightest blue t shirt as you sat in your room, scars on your body, and blood on your hands. Your regrets hidden on the insides of you .

I could’ve and should've been the hurricane you experienced with your own eyes as you escaped to shelter, scary and fascinating both at the same time, but never was.