Like a disease  it spreads in me.
My nights go unnoticed.
And days in a daze.
My hands feel distant,
Like someone else’.
Like they wouldn’t do,
What I say.
Like they wouldn’t stroke my woes.
Like they wouldn’t   hold my hollow.
Tight.
And everything leaks out.
And my bed starts to doze off.
And my table finds a corner.
And curl up.
They got infected.
This disease,
I’ve spread it in them.
Now they feel numb.
And I don’t know how to stroke their woes.
I don’t’ know how to hold their hollow.
Meanwhile the miseries mingle, and giggle,
and braid each other’s hair.
And I don’t know how…
to kiss my lover.
And feel whole.