shiny boy
it’s never my turn
to be with you.
sometimes it is
and when it is
the seconds are so full i get sick
you’re my own homemade chocolate cake
and i purge you by sticking my fingers down my throat and throwing you up
all over the soft
get it out properly this time
come on you can do it, without whispering
get you out of me. take your hands
and put them down my throat
and then get out of me
get the hell out of me
i’ll 
be clean
lose a stone
lay naked
you’re 
either poisonous to me
or you make me sick to my core
whichever one it is
i can’t stand to be around you, anymore

i haven’t seen my doctor in a long time
i don’t know if i need to but in just in case
for old times sake
i still take my medicine
i still take my medicine