It’s poison the way you occupy my mind

I’m ill and you’re the cause and antidote in one

My mind is the moon and you’re the dark side.

Taking up half and ruining what could be illuminated and beautiful

I can’t focus when your face is plastered like a mask across everyone else I see

When your voice haunts me and and appears in all my dreams

You take me to the dark part of myself

Where self doubt and condemnation linger at every corner

You’re a benign tumor that I’ve given power to hurt me

I’ve grown so comfortable and accustom to the turmoil you inflict