You shook me, and all my bones. My teeth chattered, my palms sweat. You cracked my skin, and poured yourself into me. I had no choice. Seeping into me, like damp rots wood. A cancer. A rust. A cold wind on wet skin. An icy heart, and a damaged soul. Skin still warm, fooling me.
You wrapped your arms around me, blossoming vines eating away like ivy. Planted roots, cracking pavement. A grip like a python, slow and steady. Crushing. Ironically.
Close bodies but distant hearts. Arms pulling down, not in. You became a companion, even though I was very alone. I needed you, you wanted me. Like heroin, not like love.
I cut you loose. Now here I am, relapsing. I wished you well, knowing you weren’t capable of that. I said ‘I’ll miss you.’
I never did.
I still do.
I’m happy. I hope you are too.