He Sits on My Mind

He sits on my mind

and he won't let me go

Though his touch is so distant

Still vacant

Eternally so

I lay with another

Whose kiss warms my neck

Whose breath is a comfort

but my head is a wreck

Inside are smashed tables

with ink spilled asunder

My fantasies clap

with thoughts loud as thunder

Why is this the case?

And when will it end?

I know I don't want him

My brain needs to mend

Help me, please

Now why don't you?

My will?

Some high, greater power

Or soon I will perish

At this ungodly hour

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