Killing me

You're troublesome to my health my love, The butterflies in my stomach are reversing time and turning into very very hungry catipillars eating me from inside. My skin once maintained with the oils of your hand now turns brittle shattering into grains of sand. My legs constantly wrap around each like the vines we were, hoping there'd be stability but yet... none. The tsunami waves of goosebumps which would flood every inch of my skin lie still barely crashing against the shore. My tongue still dances with out it's partner, my nose knows no other scent but your pheromones. My thumbs cramp from cracking backwoods open just to forget you. My mental health is faltering Between breaking up white ladders And building up walls the anxiety still breaks through. Constantly questioning my sanity Just wishing they'd hand me something other than pills. It's killing my liver and you're killing off everything else As much as I love you you're troublesome to my health.