At times I admit

there is nothing I want more

than grit

and I learned that it is human nature:

to want things and destroy them

at the very hour

you learned that intimacy can harshly

get a hold of you

you are stripped naked even without

being truly bare

and it’s even more horrifying

to hear myself say outloud

that you got under my skin

and that I’m in no capability

to get rid of you

no matter how much

I change my hair,

my behavior,

and my whims.

You stick on me

like the first scent

I ever had

I wish you stuck to me like that

when we were at the very mercy

of fate’s luck

now I wound myself from

scratching you off of me

yet you are still underneath

this flesh of mine,

beneath my skin

and in everywhere that can’t be seen

you inhabit me, never to be unbound.