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You are my leech.

Blood-sucking,
life-sucking.
Hanging on to every
thought,
every day.
Creeping around in my head,
poisoning my mind with that
deadly tongue,
venomous.

Though I want you,
if you are anything but a
leech,
I want you.

I am weak.

I hate it, yet I crave it.
Crave for you to crave for me.

And O,
how I wish to hurt thee,
how I wish to make you cry,
make tears fall from your
beautiful, blue eyes.

Beautiful, and deceiving.
How something so beautiful can be a snake.
Dangerous serpentine.

So close to snipping that final string
of my wounded heart.
Bruised, black and blue.

O wounded heart how I loathe you,
pathetic, dried up piece of cloth,
pink and dying,
quivering in fear as you leech on, once more.

You take, take, take.
And I cannot stop you.

You feed upon my soul,
my very being.
You exhaust me,
drain me completely,
over and over,
until there is nothing left.
Laughing at my weakness,
you enjoy that I am weak.

You cling to me,
you parasite,
selfish and heartless,
can you not see what you do to me?