Dear Comfort
On a calm, rainy day
Whose velvety touch blanketed me in warmth
And washed over my racing, thudding heart
You ran away some nights ago
And left me screaming into my sheets
Might you be getting sick of me
Dear Adoration
With your silly lopsided grin
That pierced the idea of envy with a hook
And threw it out of my mind
You shoved it back into the depths of my brain
And licked your lips at those you’d once kill had I touched them
Might you be getting sick of me
Dear Gratefulness
You flattering devil
You made my heart flutter and soar to ridiculous heights
At the thought of how a failure like me could please
You grabbed that ideal out of my foolish thoughts
And proved me that I am what I’ve always been
Might you be getting sick of me
Dear Love
Whose radiance pumps me up with hope
You brightened the once deadpan look in my eyes
And your intoxicating needle injected me with hypnotic joy
You drew the fresh blood you created till the last drop
And left my heart as pallid as a crumpled blank sheet
While I see you dividing the radiance that was once
Mine
Amongst
Others
I think
You’re getting
Sick of me
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