I go to bed trying to shut you out of my mind.
Like a fool I believe I can succeed and I slip into slumber.
But there you are, haunting my dreams with your presence.
Stalking me in my sleep, your eyes searing my soul.
I toss and turn. Clutch at my pillow. Legs tangled in the sheet.
I awake, frustrated, hot, heavy and aching. I focus on my breathing.
I listen to my fan and other sounds of the night.
Again I work at thrusting your image from my thoughts.
Yet alas I get no relief.
You have infected my person with your essence
A mutation you've altered the very core of me.
The way I think
The way I move
The very ME of me
No cure for this, no pill for this ill.
I must accept this...
Change
Go forward from here
