The parasite loves the host
It treasures the way it walks, the places it goes, the foods it eats
It clings to its back, gripping its skin and hair
Relishing every single last thing it does
Sucking out all the life and love it can
It starts to need the host to live
Whenever it sees the host it gets so excited
And runs towards it
But the host does not need nor want the parasite
Not in the way the parasite needs and wants it
And it picks it off and looks for something it would rather have