left his mark in my hallowed body
to what i wish would form a separate being
and seeing my form sprawled and displayed
bringing forth the ache
that pangs every corner of his core
he is not one of myself
but in my obsession will i take him
and will i break him or will he break me
into this swelling teary mess
use him to strip myself of pride
my suicide alternative
lamenting at his glory
crawling and scrapping for that moment of euphoria
it stabs and willows
when the night is over i am left with myself
and even i am gone.