Chameleon Skin

Changing colours, I am more than one thing. I am a body of contradictions, and all the letters I never sent are blood children, roses that last for five years. I have had you in my hands for so long. Holding you close to me, never wanting to let go. The moment I got attached I started to suffocate, unhinged from events. You are a persistent thought, a silent passenger. One time I wondered, what good is it being alive if I can't stand it, if I can't call you mine. I despised everything. I couldn't restrain myself. I couldn't look at the sun or the walls without having a darling worry to take care of, but I wanted to resort back to being a baby in your arms. I can't pretend, sometimes I feel I'm no good. I peel off every habit, they grow back like fungus. You are addictive, I can't stay away. I latch on too quickly. I have always been this way. Molded like clay.