Tougher than adamantine

I love you in fits and starts
Into my dark, bruised inside
Where you rooted a shelter
Against my own diving fingers
That pull at your flesh.
How is it that I search for your
Uprousing that stems out of riot?
There is this conspirational razor
Cutting through my mind
And my heart alike, slitting
My veins into accommodating nibs
Of famished pens to pour ink.
All these dawns and twilights
Shall rob me, shred by shred,
Of myself, before I gingerly
Withdraw to higher ground.
And, once I climb my own pit,
There is a haunting stance
Of you, punching me,
Back into the flowery dungeons
To grow and bleed into feat.

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