I'm cursed to be the late night daydream
that floats from the back of your head
without precaution or warning
as you sweat alone in your bed
for you no longer know me
left me still standing but so spurned
you're the one I got caught up in, spun up on and churned
into the softest of feelings, left to harden in the earth
down in the fire of it slowly gaining self worth in dirt
but for now when you glide your hand across the my bottom of my cheek,
I'll turn my neck slowly, slightly feeling less weak
eye to eye till I fix on your grin
eye to eye as you move your fingers down my chin
then thrusting your fist firmly into my guts
twisting my insides
pulling out thoughtless words and blood
please just leave enough vitals for me to whisper to you
I'm fine, I'll be ok
in 20 years tops
for now I'm just cursed
but you could make it all stop