The Parasite

You’re lonely and self-subconsciously with friends you feel alone. You think everyone and everything is a parasite.

But then you see her.

She knows you love her and you want her.

You try to stay strong from the instinct that you want her.

You want to say everything you wish you’d say to her like how you feel.

You feel lucky you’ve found her again once she’s gone, but there’s trouble ahead.

You found a treasure and your heart is flying so you reach for a sign that someday this siren will return.

Her story:

She knows you love her.

You wish to keep her shipwrecks to yourself. All her troubles and her doubts.

But secretly you guard her.

You’d hold her if you could but you’d protect her for yourself and from yourself.

You’d probably protect her probably from herself and everyone else.

You keep giving until you want to know.

If

She

Has

Felt

For you

In the night.

Looked for you in the morning.

When in fact.

She loves

You.

You’re,

Where she wants to be…..

You’re both itching for a sign

Like parasites.

Crawling…. neath your skin.