Pied piper of pride dedicated to fuck you

You told me once that that's how many licks it took to get to your Center
but then you chewed me up from the inside out
And I'm not even sure how you gained entrance
Like a parasitic wasp building a home for its young larvae
Underneath arthritic muscle where they fed on my heart and never went starving
That worm at the bottom of the nursing bottle
Coddled your wounds and your worries but didn't pursue or follow
With a chaser or a mind eraser
Any combination of barrel raised liquid gold plating your stomach was craving
Anything to sedate that
Missing piece of track
That last sip of satisfaction
Just throw it the fuck back
And release all that static
That clings to your brain stem
And spits spores into the collective wind that envelops your routine of days spent
Whenever you finally get to rest
Circles and cycles of work, eat, sleep, repeat and change diapers
Dishes piled that could rival eiffil tower heights
And clutter that structures a path only to each rooms light switch
Pitched in the trash were all domestic acts
And to top it all off were the 17 cats
Your actions were like a cough from a gasmask crusted in mustard gas
Long winded through brittle ridged openings
Exasperated
Desperate for groping lungs to be sated
Instead you rotated the pain
Stuck it inside my veins like a cane I now must use
when I stumble through these memories of you
Treading lightly as if it was a necessary invite to argue
You carved your initials into the shedding bark
Of a decade of rings weathered oval by my heart
Out of orbit I spun bad
When your fists wanted a landing pad
And your engine sputtered angrily
But never gave in to the wind shattering anguish that was the glass pane of every window you stared from as you watched me walk out of your life
You were my pied piper leading a March of Pride
That started when you laid your hands on me
And ends with every morning I wake up away from you
And alive