You planted yourself in my brain
like a maggot. And even though
I didn't want you there, I couldn't help
but fantasize about having you elsewhere,
like in my future or in my dreams.
You consumed my flesh,
tore at my decayed heart.
I was the corpse you made a home
in. But when I cured myself of your
sickness, left my rotting shell,
you were still there.
I tried to shed my flesh of you,
but every layer I tore away you
remained. You weren't just in my flesh,
you were in my bones,
you were in my brain,
but you were never in my heart.