craters

i bite myself
because i miss being bitten,

i’m no longer smitten
with myself,

and this begs the question
how can i let anyone else in?

these scratches on my back
and craters on my psyche
are an elaborate ruse

i was taught
to not take things lightly,

the differences between us
are quantified in light-years,
time spent alone is just drifting,
frankly, it’s frightening

but i force it sometimes.

i don’t have the nerve
to give into this urge,

infinite angels surround me.

i feel blessed by their presence.
i can’t cause them pain.