My solute, I saw you, with my thin-covered stare.
I called you, dissolved you to your skin-colored hair,
appalled you, resolved to immunize you or solve you,
involved you til I lost you, until you couldn’t care.

I bawled to, and on you, the way lovers dare
to.

And you, you put up with enough, enough,
in the ring, you put them up, but then it was too much
when the ring turned to three, and I would snuff and stuff
all the things I didn’t need, the circus Dust to Dust.

I had boxes of thoughts you got that were too rough
for you.

And I’m sorry I took, and I took, and I took.
Swear, it’s not how it looks; it’s not wholly textbook.
I need no medication, just some Holy Book,
or self abbreviation and graspable hooks,

because my selfishness was so hellish that your foundation shook
too.

And, inside me, you’ll find me, apologizing.
Can’t quite… go outside… because it’s so freezing.
No, I…will stay qui…et - acknowledge my wings…
I’m being sarcastic; I’ve got horns and red sleeves. 

And you, you’ve got blue, but you’re fossilizing
through. 

I wish you would admit, for me,
that you wanted to quit and see
if life would be
more happy
without me. 

I just wish that I weren’t wishing
I were just attention-fishing
but I wish
you wouldn’t wish
to lose me.