Those Things You Call A Poem

I will be your worst nighmare

In my cruelty, a truth unfurled,
To love, then leave, a selfish swirl.
Carving you out, piece by piece, I twirl,
Leaving behind a fractured, hollow world.

Each fragment claimed, a trophy won,
Entwined in my grasp, under the sun.
Your breath, your blink, your every run,
All bear my mark, until time's done.

With every beat, my name you'll bear,
In every breath, my presence, a snare.
Bound to me, in a web of despair,
A cruel legacy, for you to wear.