Your pressence is lethal

Yet your deadly note

Clings to my brain

What do you have to gain?

Infusions, medications

Seeing what tomorrow brings

Just to take away

The most poisonous of things

My body aches and groans

My skin is now your canvas

I take more, as you take more of me

Why won’t you just leave?

Turning 16 should be celebrated

But instead they found you

Now at 18, you still linger

What am I supposed to do?