extraction.

That one person you don't want, but you need.

          Attacking my body, I can feel it travel through my veins and wrap itself around my brittle bones. Like a leach, it clings to every atom within my being and it wisps throughout my soul. Some would call it beautiful, the way it’s devoted to being with me, how it never fails to leave me. I’d say I’m a prisoner. During my sleep, it enters my dreams and reminds me of your touch. Pressing down on my skin, I can feel your fingertips caress my hand like you always used to. Wafts of your breath breeze over my cheek as you lean in to whisper in my ear how beautiful I am. I can see your goofy smile; I can reach out and lace my fingers between yours. Even after my slumber is over, I can feel the shock of your skin still pulsing throughout my fibers, weaving in and out; never letting me forget you. No matter how absolutely hard I try to. That longing for you is always attacking my body, traveling through my veins, and wrapping itself around my bones. I am a prisoner. I do not want you, but I need you. You course throughout my entire existence and I do not know how to extract you.