To My Black Dog

I refuse to be your domain. I refuse to let you inhabit me.

You are not welcome here.

The fight between us is becoming more increasingly violent and its wearing me out. Enough. No more tearing at my composure. If you are to stay then let us atleast have these battles in private. A coffee shop is no place for a dog. The bedroom is no place for a dog. In the presence of company is no place for a dog.

I can no longer feed you for I have no reason to. Perhaps there was a time when I tried to reason with myself and to argue that you were a part of me and to justify why. But I was under your influence. Addictively enticing, you're easy to be fooled by. But no. I wont be foolish. I know that the more I feed you, the more I come to starve.

The less I eat, the more I sleep. The more I sleep the less I do. The less I do the more I welcome you into my life unknowingly.

And the cycle goes on.

Stop. No more.