It is everything I expected it to be.
It is a cavernous hole that protrudes from my chest
A wound, with no weapon but the words that got caught in my throat.
It is the sharp teeth of long, carnivorous shadows
latching to my skin and feeding on whatever hopes I have
of you falling to my feet and begging for forgiveness
It is every sweet word or poem you ever spoke
turn to dust in my mouth
and venom in my brain
You, oh god you
you are in every little crevice of my mind
I couldn’t give you up if I tried.
You are the hole in my chest
You are the demons in my skin
You are the venom in my brain
But as long as you’re happy,