this is how you make me feel…

suffocated from warm milk

chewing on my own tongue

deaf from hind sight

chest ripped apart

swallowed likeness, moving notions.

i hate you.

smile when i break my own heart thinking that perhaps i can win you over somehow.

i keep finding myself in moments where i might catch you,

but instead find you looking for something or someone else.

eyes closed, my eyes wide open, i thought it was me at first, i thought i was the poison, instead i became the cat’s paw. disabled. neglected.

you never have to feel like you’re deciding on life or death.

you never have to feel sand is falling in your mouth.

you never have to feel so alone, with that body in the room next to you.

heart broken is how you make me feel… swollen. and pouting