Fogged Clarity That Comes With Infatuation

As I write this, I sob.. 

I whimper and bleed clear trickles of the thoughts I cannot express with the tongue. 

I feel abandoned, alone and humiliated..

There are all synonyms to a heartwrenching heartbreak. 

I cannot express the depressing chatterbox thoughts SPRINTING through my mind. 

They are starting to consume me. They piggishly feast on my earthly flesh. 

I do not want to become vulnerable to the ones I love that surround and suffocate me. 

I want time. 

Away. 

I want space..

Just a place to go when I don't want this. 

When I don't want this infatuation.