Alright, bored at work. Here's more of my poetic weirdness, from 2011
You are the poison that's rotting my mind
You are the reason why I look behind
You are the itch that I cannot scratch
You are the treasure I cannot snatch
You are the lesson too hard to learn
You are the memory I need to burn
You are the line that should have been cut
You are the door that should have stayed shut.