Black Hole

Hi, again. I didn’t know you’d be coming back. I’d say you’re welcome in, but it doesn’t matter. Welcome in, anyway. Make yourself at home, the home is yours. I suppose if you decide to wreck it, it’s yours to wreck too. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. But I suppose a black hole lives longer than I do. Or if you are me, as long as I do— which will be as short as i can make it, thanks to you! A wise man once told me to ignore you. But it’s hard when you follow me to my we room. You eat all my food, you change the tv. You even go on about people spending time with me. You’re always hungry, and always eating. You show me the stars and call me bottom feeding. You’re greedy. You’re a masochist, you’re pretty much me but worse. Just when I think you’re done, you spit out a quasar for a burp. You burnt my fucking face off. My melted mouth moves to shout you out. To get you out of my house. But I’m not sure if my nerve endings work anymore. I really wish you would stop visiting me, even though this is technically your home. You ruin me, viscerally, get out of my head. You’re a violent tone. And you want me dead. A black hole is no thing to orbit around. Only sink in. please at least let me leave. Let me begin.