You

You give me bad dreams.

I fear the depths of my mind

And I dread how you’ll appear tonight.

You make me musically selective.

I despise those lyrics and I

Blame you that I feel that chorus.

You show me memories of that place.

I hope I never see it again.

I want to hold you in that space forever.

You reshaped me without thought.

But what do I want?

I point at you and beg myself to

Stay. Just once more, once.

You showed me who is sensitive

And I shun myself for

knowing that definition.

You made me love you and

hate myself and cherish you

and hate me and

I just want more time, please.