By Laura Dent
I long for your affection,
your touch to ameliorate the fog in my mind,
the anxieties and the remains of arguments
that run riot through my veins and leave a stain on our name.
But I only feel the isolation of feeling
like a useless weight on your shoulders.
You tried to shake me off,
but I clung
like poison ivy to your lungs
while you laugh with your friends
and make relationships that haven’t been touched, tainted,
used and abused,
wrung of their last lease of life too many times.
Why can’t I just shut up, swallow it or learn to let it go.