i sit here

and let myself

take something i love

and somehow make it into you


in the same moment

i shake my head

at the passing thought

of you on my mind


you make me sick;

simultaneously revolting

me and reeling me in,

inabling me to

look away


thats what you infected

me with, leaving an imprint

on me like some abstract



you remind me of

the one on my hip,

nobody sees it, and i always

keep it hidden, but its a part of me

i’ll never grow out of


this is how i know

ill never love myself,

because i still take a part

of me, and make it

into you