you're like poison ivy on my palms, burning into the webs between my fingers. like water in my lungs, I cant and wont hold you.

like cold fear you grip me, an unfinished thought, an incomplete rhyme, a story that didnt end. im tangled in your maze of something just on the tip of my tongue. pure dissatisfaction. 

your presence like a weapon, im on edge like the knife you wield. 

no amount of clawing back the curtains can hold back a harrowing dusk and a sickening, smothering, vile whisper of "goodnight", everynight.