Love, burn back into me. Your bottom teeth marks in my coward skin. I haven’t been able to wake up in weeks. Not a sound in my ears for the gift of sleep. Now with no crutches to walk, I fall, and walls serve as painful reminders. I’ll have to face and fight off my demons. Hundreds will come in hopes of removal but who will be left when the dust has settled? Just disease ridden me, and my fever dreams. So close to the end and yet I’ve gained no faith. I’ll trade mistakes for every scar you gave and the words we spoke that we never meant to say. “Who do you think that you’re saving?” If not for me then your ruined tongues would go to waste. It’s all in preparation for the fallout that will take place. “Who do you think you are deceiving?” No man or beast could ever be fooled by me. My facade has been shaken. I could never handle illusions or uncertainty. “You were naïve to think you could ever escape.” The hallowed clutches of my past stay dormant in the corners but never let their sights drift to far from my unsightly excuse for flesh, blood, and bone. Pushed past and persevered at my weakest. In my most vulnerable state, I trudged my way through reincarnated memories, to find you waiting at the end. You and I were so alike but could never compare our scars; for yours were burned in a life worth forgetting and mine were barely yours. I was younger and meant everything until the pedestal started crumbling. My illnesses consumed every inch me until the floor began moving. You were built on the defense. You were born and raised to run from me. I created fear in your stomach. For misanthropy. For everything. You were never meant to be the target. You were never meant to return in hate. But my greatest failure is losing you and now this pain is everyday. How long has it been since sharing an empty voice? Adding insult to injury, I’ll keep self -inflicting all of my pain. I’ll carve out the mirror image until everything you have lost is regained.