You sprawl and spread in crevices deep within my heart

Damp dark environments seeding your growth

Pulling my heart strings

Play the violins and wallow in my sorrow.

I cannot shake you or spread cream so you’ll depart.

Too deep the infection of your affection.

Provoking, prodding me constantly acidic venom conjured from your throat.

love I purely devote as your words

Symptomatic failures

Clear your imperfections from my skin

Let me breathe and be me again.

Crushing my spirit I’m spread thin, weak

I no longer recognise myself or believe in my capabilities.

Intense Itching irritation

Free me from this sensation

Rid me of you

wash me clean Of you


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