Internal Discourse

You love
tormenting me,
making me full
and leaving me empty again.
Shaking me up
so you have
someone to pacify.

You love
letting me latch.
I’m yours, securely attached
enough for you to see the terror in my eyes
when you cut the ties.

You love
being everything
and nothing
for anyone who’s got the time,
bathing in the suffering of the climb,
and aching on the nasty fall back down.

You love
The beautiful misery
and the pain that makes you feel alive.
But, when will you have bled enough
to finally get some rest?

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