Parasite

these are not the things i want to hear-
your platitudes and hollow voice
the condescending letters praising virtues
that you've placed on me
to create some kind of
one with you, to make you feel like
we connected
plastic bricks and you're so goddamn
metaphysical with all your
simile and understanding
so naive you never even
try to think your way out of
this place you crawled into and try to
drag me down with you and i am not there
my doors and windows are wide open

in the morning i look out
and see the sun.

all the photographs are stolen
my identity is gone and you are
blissfully pathetic
you can't see the wrongs you've done you are a
parasite a leech you have no
substance of your own you are less than plant life
chlorophyll is too complex
for you
a fucking tapeworm
you are less than
everything

and they tell me i should close my eyes and breathe
and they tell me just to let it go, to see
and i think that if i could that i might
rip your head right open
force some kind of circuit breaker in there
trip it make it die
make it dark
blind you to the things you think you see.

i am not your sustenance.
i am not your need, your anything
i am not your anything
i am nothing

you are less than that.