Just A Start

Let go now,
unclench your torrid grip from my scalp.
I'll hold my own head under water.
You did.
My Pavlovian reaction is deep-rooted,
automatic...

Lost

Can you see?
Is it apparent
that I'm wasting away?
Full up in this,
yet withering.
You're literally killing me.
Softly?
Yes,
and no.
The best
but the very worst.
Sweet and all at once
vile, bitter.
Where do I go now?