Bubbling, boiling blood.
Recited apologizes to the one
Who limited
To lemonade and ***** tiles.
I can never seem to get clean.
And as I reform and rebirth
I am strained.
The one who I sought comfort within
Betrayed me with loose hearing
And scarred feet.
And now I am bloated,
Filled to the brim with self loathing.
What if I never feel that way again?
Am I cursed to roam the earth
Feeling akin
To a skeleton
I've lost my skin
And my sense within
Now I'm ******.
Maybe you're not well

I know I'm not.

But I wish this departure.
Could have been forgone.

I love you.
And now I'm empty.