my own little succubus,
deriding me at every intersection,
every curved point.
following me, my own personal stalker,
my little stain of happiness.
it's my friend, my mate,
my backbone -
who i lean on.
my own pocket of disdain.
my broken clock with a rhythmic tick.
it's my shadow,
peering out of the window
to stare - to ignite the flame.
i trust you.
turn my lights off.
my own sparkle of sunlight,
it's past your bedtime.

my bones tremble at the meeting of hate and stones.
it waves unilaterally for a truce between
the marrow and the muscle
to no avail.

i pay my fare with loneliness.
my journey always ends the same.
contemplation.
it won't stop till
a halo shimmers around my skull.

feel my breath
on your neck -
misty with an oxidized smile.
don't say no.
i cannot take more opposition
but across the universe,
my breath resonates like an unpitched percussive.
the sound is inaudible
but the sun in my mouth plays loudly
for no one to hear.

cradle me tenderly
because this broken heart won't mend
itself.