Don't Say Another Word

It must be the way people come and go 

Into your life 

Into mine 

They web through your vessel so easily 

Morph bodies 

Create language 

Slithering tongues through crevices 

Where others have passed 

Dark is thy soul

I yearn to love

You live to use 

Abuse 

I don't refuse 

Be mine 

(This was the essence of our short time interval)

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

It seems you are unfortunate in relationships. Of course, you could be writing about a single individual.