You are awful, but I’ve let you stay.
I’ve tried to find peace,
and the demons inside me slept
as long as you lingered.
You calmly fed the hunger
behind the gnashing teeth I couldn’t face,
I was so sure they would eat me alive
in your absence.
Don’t go thinking I’m not dealing
with what haunts me,
every glide of this pen against paper
validates the effects of your malicious intent.
I hate to recognize your pattern,
for the way you relish my reaction.
But I’ve learned to crawl up the walls of this corner
that your unforgiving eyes have pushed me in,
and I’m finding room to breathe between my words
and letting myself believe
you are dead to me.