and i have to carry it around. i have to take care of it. i ha | your favorite punching bag

and i have to carry it around. i have to take care of it. i have to step around all the broken glass of it. sometimes i think i have finally outrun it; only to find it dripping from my sink. panic attacks in bathrooms - the acrid taste of you suddenly overwhelming. i cannot touch with clean hands; i'm too covered in this silken slime you left on me.