Instead of sugar plums
You are dancing in my head
Teasing my imagination
Tempting my unresolved desires.
I am aware of the fact
That you’re standing beyond my reach
Tantalizingly close to my touch
But still out of my grasp.
Allowances are made for my own self torture
I cannot let go, I cannot move on
You remain with me, under my skin.
I am infested
I see your face and I hear your laugh
In a room full of strangers.
Extermination will not rid of the thoughts
and memories of your words,
It will not ease my anxiety, the anger and fear
That crawls beneath my skin.
I am in wait.
For you, for someone else,
For something besides unpromising love.