you are friction
an ungainly addiction
you keep me warm,
i can't complain
you keep my fettered heart
in bits and parts
-i guess that's all i can say
i don't know whether to love you or hate you,
to keep or discard you-
although it's not my choice to make
i want to own you;
want to loathe you;
but still you come;
Away, away
my bed is broken
with words unspoken
-and things yet to come
you are wholesome,
and utterly loathsome
you don't know your soul
from your name
-this broken thing
i keep it going
this bloody token
of your hold
on me-
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