Bug

There is a bug on my back
Dangling cause it could no longer grasp
What it had set out for
Why it had carved a home on my chest
But it plagued nonetheless 
It had spoiled my bones to no end
The bug had made me his new home

I could share a meal with it
Perhaps a little chatter with the git
But a home of its own on my chest? 
That I could not bare
Nor could it last 

I asked nicely at first, "Bug on my back?"
But by then he was everywhere
He had stopped being a thing of the past

I asked hesitantly, "Bug on my back?"
"Stitch me a new home
For the one we've shared 
Can no longer be ours anymore"
He said as he cradled me on his lap 

There was a bug on my back
It turned out to be someone I knew
He never rested 
Wouldn't let me be
Couldn't stop with just a hole in my chest

My back's against the wall now
Now fly I wailed
I had risen to the boil 
My fists clenched
Blur then after 

Soon after 
I awoke 
Not knowing the difference between a lie and a false

There is a bug on the wall Crawling on its last limbs once and for all