Doubt

Permanent resident You have become… My heart, your doorstep…my mind is numb Swimming and sliding about my soul Leaking and seeping till you’ve covered the whole However you entered is puzzlement pure But alas, there you are; and not leaving, I’m sure Antidote once: countering my flagrant egotism Now you have tainted me, quite beyond reason The cure, it seems, has surpassed the disease With debilitating neediness I no longer wish to appease So go with your play-pretend doctor’s routine And find someone sicker to ply and demean My inclination to uncertainty has finally waned I’m done with your presence; I will keep washing away Evidence Of your Stains