Why do you follow?
Why do you invade my dreams?
Why do you rip my emotions at the seams?
Why do you make me want to crawl out of my skin?
Make me shed, make me want to burn?
I feel dirty when I see you.
My palms sweat when I know you’re lurking.
Searching for pain in my face.
Care in my response.
Can you just leave?
Evade me entirely.
I want to be rid of you, and all you seemed to prove.
You’re a joke, but the laughs keep shrill in the walls of my brain.
You make my stomach turn.
Churning and churning are my thoughts.
Ways to make you just stop.
Stay away from me, stay away from my being.
You make me squeamish.
You make me want to shut down.
It’s been far too long.
Evaporate, dissipate, do anything to be removed from my thoughts.
If I could remove you I would.
If I could shield myself from your blows, I’d do my very best to defend.
But I’m hardly mended and then you choose your attack.
It’s pathetic to feel this way, but you’ve done your damage.
Now I must say. ..
Please fuck off, you’re gay.
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