One day you'll read this and think of me

You've crawled under my skin, made a home in my blood cells and crammed your way in between the beats of my heart. I'll try and sound poetic when I say that I hate you, that you've ruined me in such a casually cruel way that it makes me nearly insane. There's a million things that come to my lips when I see your name and open my notebook to see your half done drawings covering the surface. You are a slow bleeder and a tangle in my thoughts, worming your way into a crevice of my mind that is not open for the public.