Copyright, OxieMoron

The virus you have transmitted rests in me.
Eating me alive.
I ponder my breath away,
Wondering how I ended up like this…

With you.

Days of the facts have become lies.
Cluttering my mind with thoughts of hate…
How I regret that day.

The sharp point of a dull pin met my hand.
At the same time…
I found a companion.
The encounter was painful…


Never understood why I couldn’t let you go.
It’s been six months since we last touched.
There’s been times where I was close enough,
To touch you once again.

It hasn’t happened yet…

But the urge keeps getting stronger.

Note: Xavier is the name I gave to my X-Acto knife. I wrote this three years ago.


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