Inside, you reside.

Somewhere inside my body,
lies that sunken, upset feeling.
Almost like a habitat in which you are dwelling.

No you do not give me those butterflies
nor that loving satisfaction.

Your presence has come to ache;
comes from the inside out,
and leaves me with physical pain.

Your exact location is still unknown,
but I seem to have a lead.

I feel it most strongly inside my heart;
where I said you'll always be.


And some days you venture
into the depths of my stomach,
making me ill.

Scratching at my insides
with your sharp blade-like fingernails.
Shouting at the top of your lungs,
"LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!"
that travels to my head.

Apple-throat.
You snip my vocal chords.
Words fail me now.
And silence becomes me.

You will never understand my suffering.
Though you are the sole provider.

Unknowingly hurting me every day.
When all I want is for you to vacate.
Tomorrow?