Peeling off layers of you, my skin is raw and exposed. Your touch has burned its way into my bones. I’d need an amputation to remove you.
My eyelids seared your face into the backs of them, I cannot shut you out.
My fists clench your remains with a state of rigamortis. They died the day I let go of your grasp.
The hollow in my chest echoes a beat my heart stopped making. The rhythm, once a record played, is now scratched and skipping tracks.
My head is full of cobwebs, where you spun your trap. I sit and wait for you to come to consume me once again.
My tongue just tastes the sweat of my defeat. To be swallowed by you is written on my tomb.
The decay inside this absence rotts my remains. But so did living in the light of your magnetic gaze. For it only lasted as long as I painted to your preference.
The scenes of me would flicker across your face. Your disapproval was the day turning to night. The kind that's haunted with a fright that steals a soul.
I move my legs towards the door, broken and gimping, I keep turning around to see you.
Standing there waiting with a knowing I can’t escape.
I wrote of you with permanent marker on the chalkboard. It can never be wiped clean. I have to write over you, again and again, as It scrambles the clarity of each new word.
I do my wash in your well and can't get the smell out of my clothes. It's musty allure stings my nose with each inhale.
You left your potion on my nightstand, I’m addicted to its intoxication. Only your alchemy can produce such a brew. This detox is as fruitless as the indulgence, as this ambiguity cannot be cured.
The magnitude of you shrinks my size to nothing. When you wrap me in your vines, I am a giant who falls from heights.
The ground is where you catch me, and my climb begins again.
I keep running towards the day I left behind.