You crawled into my chest
And took residence
Like a squatter
An unwanted guest
There you found space
Beneath my ribs
In a heart
That's been left a mess
You thought it could be fixed
With a goodnight kiss
But made it worse
When morning came
You turned around and left
I lay with a shortness of breath
As though you had punctured a lung
And felt it hiss whilst I slept
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
You crawled into my chest
And took residence
Like a squatter
An unwanted guest
There you found space
Beneath my ribs
In a heart
That's been left a mess
You thought it could be fixed
With a goodnight kiss
But made it worse
When morning came
You turned around and left
I lay with a shortness of breath
As though you had punctured a lung
And felt it hiss whilst I slept
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