Why do emotions exist?
I wish I could count the bruises it left me.
Weird, dark things that got there somehow without me knowing.
Flighty as it is, it never quite leaves me
but rather, it comes around uninvited.
A leech, parasite – these are names I throw to identify it,
but its not quite like any of them.
For you see,
leeches and parasites can’t live without me
I’m the one who can’t leave without it.