I can feel you slipping under my skin.
Bit by bit,
Day by day
You’re in my head too often.
I don’t know how you managed to slip past the walls.
What do I do with your presence?
Will you be the exception that I can allow to have the benefit of doubt?
I know you’re dangerous.
You could break me if I did let you.
How will I make space for you in my perfectly organised life?
Why didn’t you warm me?
The more I think, the further you slip into my psyche.
You could be a drug flowing through my veins that I won’t ever get enough of.
You could be the exception,
Dangerous but worth it?