Was it my need for another wound that brought me to you?

It is easy to deal with a monster if I, myself, am no better

so maybe that is why I got worse

Or perhaps I am using it as another excuse

which is so simple for me to do,

unlike loving you

Ghost me harder,

then go ahead and get me

to dream up a fever

I will wake up feeling like I won the lottery

and go to bed hugging myself, pondering

if I should see a shrink