i'm scared of how important to me you've become in such a short amount of time.

within days you have rooted yourself into my brain,
occupying every passing thought.

you have secured your place in my heart in less than a week.

what are you?

you make me itch.
itch to leave,
to run away.
you say i deserve better,
and i know i do.
but i can’t leave,
i can’t scratch the itch.

home is where the heart is,
pulsing dark and ****** on the counter.
you should probably clean that up.