Cold, dark, and lonely..
I spread my toes out in front of me,
Stretching erratically on
my bedroom floor.
  
Frantically, I grab things,
anything. To keep myself
distracted.
  
Something to bound me away from
my worries,
my fears,
my regrets.
You.
  
Sweat builds, and a
red,
inescapable rash,
consumes my face.
Choking my innocence.
Digesting my happiness.
  
I'm pulling away,
at what I love,
at what I want most in this entire
******* world.
  
And I'm scraping you off
like a scab.
Away you'll go, quick,
and easy to forget.
For now.
  
But you'll remain as a scar,
tearing at my skin,
a surfacing pain inside my mind.
  
I can't forget you.
I won't forget you.
That is why,
you must go.