You are inching, inching, bristled Medusa, And I am ITCHING, itching You wanted all I owned Perhaps I needed you, but I didn't want a thing. I thought you were home but you were daggers and needles and disease down my spine and the bruises on my lips.
p.s- I am living now, darling, And I see what you mean. I am mine to adore, and was never yours to keep. Even the most breathtaking building is scuffed at the edges.