haunted, i am haunted by the sliver of your lovely
born in chains to fit my weakness, disavowed of any heartbeat  
to a different drum.
you are the sum of my addition . want me more
than you
can have
me -

then have at me.

lets jab at happiness. the wicked and the silence.
form new chains to slip our wrists; a few clouds of many dark things
that go hum.
you are the mumble. with diction.
haunting more
than you can haunt
me

and want me.