I try to avoid you. When I think that I have you abandoned in the depths of my world, you find your way back. You plague my mind. You’re embedded. I try to scrape you away. You’re stuck.
Why do you feel the need to torture me? Why is it my soul and state of mind that you want? I spin out of control when you’re near. You have that hold on me.
Your existence rapes me. It makes me question my worthiness. I can’t handle you. You know it. No words need to be exchanged.
You’re there again. You control me. I can’t be rid of you. I never will.
I’m your bitch.