More Than I (Probably) Think

I'll gather vicious words for they still tempt
me to new themes, though I will hardly think
of all she needs assuaged; I'd scarce have dreamt
how she now takes me so close to this brink;

A once and future muse:
she's held within my consciousness,
where, being quite the bitch,
she stays

And waits for me to pace the floor; and mark
the rhythm she's perverted to attend
upon hurtful design; for this ensures
I'll gather vicious words for they still tempt.