A Few Thoughts On Him
My dreams have been worse since I met him
He is an exposed, flayed nerve
He singes me
He is a bloody gashlike wound
I can fall into and claw out of
A tiger, covered in blood
I understand;
And what's more, I despise him
He thinks he is strong for merely surviving
But his roots are weak and tenuous
Like me
Strangling to survive!
Or worse, like his heart
He can be beautiful
But in time it crumbles buildings!
He takes little nourishment
And won't run with the pack
And seems to want to die
But is surprised and unameliorable
When I hunt him!
I will only add that you cannot save him
He does not want to be saved
Only kept, like a pet
Like an indignant, bitchy house cat
And if you keep him, you will lose us all
Except for maybe my best friend!
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