I hold you too tight because I want you to go,
Want you to leave and I want you to know
That I can be hurtful and mean and jealous too,
I can be all the things you hate about you.
I’m dying in your love, suffocated by your embrace,
And I’m chained to a bed in a dark frightful place,
Where the lights are all red and the world is so hot
And no one ever is except when they’re not.
You’re like a drug or a sleeping disease
Riding the dust or the wind of a sneeze
And you consume my whole self, eating me from within,
Leaving me just a shell of original sin.
There’s no beauty in this world, only flesh and blood,
And I stumble in my prison, mired in mud.
You were my savior, I piteously cried
And to the echoes of silence, I silently died.
-Kaitlyn Medina [11/29/09]