The day I said,"I love you"
She said “I need to be alone.” And the worm dug deeper, curling into A nodule that lurks at the base of my spine it Splinters my bones into spores that coat Each atom in an atmosphere of pus I’m sick for wanting us. I’m sick For every lick of lust you frowned at every Day you were too depressed and I Too weak to stop loving you. Do it again. My last shred of self...