i wish i wrote the way you ran through my thoughts;
hungry,
rummaging through my memories,
tricking my nerves into thinking
that you are a home of a place,
and i have been there once before
obsessive:
because you will corrode my inner wiring
like stampedes of a protest on blocked off roads
whether you like it or not.
because you are clueless to the voices within me,
eagerly advocating for you to keep going
