Again & Again

We make the promise
You go that way,
I’ll go this way.
Still, you keep coming back to me.

You smell of other women’s perfume,
Of rotting corpses:
The half eaten lives
You promise me
Again & Again

You give me anxiety-
My nails scratch away at my skin
Leaving red rashes in their wake-
In your wake.

I’m tired of circling this planet
Only to find you
Only to love you
To fear you
To hate you-
Again & Again.