bitten

Some nights I drive round
Inevitably to your
Home. I’m not a creep.

Well, maybe a bit.
A bit past since I was bit
But still I think, round

Driving round myself,
Bitten-self open bleeding
Out, still I think about

Driving to your house
Getting lost finding love. No,
I’m not a creep. Sure,

A bit of a fool
Loving you. Vampiric. Sick.
Because I was bit.

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