You are my catharsis and my curse.
Doomed to live on my shoulders,
dedicated to twisting my neck until it breaks.
Forever whispering in my tired ears
the things I so desperately want to hear.
Wiping the tears from my bloodshot eyes,
before they have the chance to paint
my cheeks in your favorite colors.
Pulling on my expired heartstrings with the ink
you could never stand behind.

The most beautiful voices will always
remind me of your loss
and the harshest ones will provide solace
in your perpetual absence.
But loss has become my most prized possession
and no voices can take it from my grasp.
No matter how scarred my knees become,
no matter how cracked my lips feel,
no matter how calloused my palms get,
I'll hold onto you with everything I have,
because you being my catharsis, is my curse.