A Few Thoughts On Him

My dreams have been worse since I met him He is an exposed, flayed nerve He singes me He is a bloody gashlike wound I can fall into and claw out of A tiger, covered in blood I understand; And what's more, I despise him He thinks he is strong for merely surviving But his roots are weak and tenuous Like me Strangling to survive! Or worse, like his heart He can be beautiful But in time it crumbles buildings! He takes little nourishment And won't run with the pack And seems to want to die But is surprised and unameliorable When I hunt him! I will only add that you cannot save him He does not want to be saved Only kept, like a pet Like an indignant, bitchy house cat And if you keep him, you will lose us all Except for maybe my best friend!