longing

you’ll get used to me

it will not be love
at first sight
when you look at me.
your eyes and heart
must adjust to me.
darkness lives here.

i will not fit perfectly.
you’ll have to break me in
like brand new shoes
and i will pinch you
with every step.

i will grow on you
like weeds
in an untended garden.
you’ll yank me out
in hopes that something
beautiful will sprout
in my place
but it never does.

i will slowly seep
into the floorboards
of your heart
until they squeak
and buckle.
this will be your new home
and you cannot afford to leave.
i won’t let you