I am patiently waiting, feeding in beneath the time in the cracks that I willingly crawl out of. I’m waiting for this pain to pass, to discontinue my mind and body. To evict my heart, and the trauma, to replace your fingertips with something new. Your nails have left a scar beneath my skin with your teeth, engraved, leaving it purple and blue. You have left a trail of blood that I am drawn to. The taste of iron seems to discard one’s true being, but I tend to fall and earn for your lust that is just not giving, my sympathetic self wakes up hurting. for your existence to be persistent into my lifeline that you evicted yourself from. I’m hurting. Words you hear that I will not say loud. Things that I wish for, deserve to be in a book as the title reads fiction. I’m still waiting. “How are you OK”? I wake up, not wanting to move or feel. The drugs I have taken to ease the pain that I have given myself due to my stupidity, but the truth begins with I don’t deserve this kind of petty. So I’ll go back to sleep and endure the pain that I feel so heavily, with the scars I wear that you have marked with your name and territory. With an eviction notice leaving your presence as you leave me with the damage. Like a match gone in seconds. I’m just another one of your patterns.