Cyclical

I will form myself against you

Fill every crack with

Hands body mind.

Mold my shape

Until it is what you need.

Let you satiate your thirst

Or hunger.

Hope you forget that i wasnt always there

So i may stay.

But you will. Youll remember the thing

Clinging to you.

Youll scrape it from your side,

Pull it piece by piece like broken glass

Until nothing of it remains.

Dump it on the ground,

Stomp it til it dies,

Or at least doesnt move.

And move on to greater hungers.

Still sorry.

Not for you,

But me.

My weakness isnt forgiven. My

Brokeness is not allowed.

Mental. Physical.

My chains are self imposed

And

I must break them.