shadow

This vacancy cries for your neglect.

Slight of hand and selfish repent, I cannot control what these hands destroy.

Did you ever try?

Could your eyes see what you took and left me to be?

A beloved nemesis which tears me at the seams, only to see me bleed.

Such a sweet hate that grows affectionately on my skin and eats me when I sleep.

A shadow, a trace that follows with persistence and I am incapable of escaping.