Compounding Demons

I now count down the days like I used to count the letters waiting on when you’ll hurt too so I can start to feel better straying never too far in case you found the couplet or poems I wrote you, or are they waste? slouched behind the dresser? I can hear the same words over and over, homie move on, really just forget her I can see the way her breast did heave when he surprisingly caressed her I can feel vehemently but only on the inside where it will stay and fester Still it will eat wretchedly at me until one day I learn to accept the one simple fact that the more I exist the more I will upset her Now and again you come and go where you have no business visiting Hold up my brain and dumb it slow compound that demon it’s swimming with Somehow back then our alliance was gold now you laugh and cringe at my fidgeting Lapped by friends who play and grow old so why should there be any difference in how you’ve been re-envisioning my soul into the very something you know I’ve been fighting with? (unknown written date)