I don't know who you are,
Where you are,
What you're doing;
All I know is that
I don't know a thing about you
Yet the thought of you
Destroys me
Every single day;
Tearing at my ribcage, my
Lungs, poking holes in
My skin even though
There'd be nothing to see on
The inside except the
Dust and the way you've
Ruined me.
I paint over the walls
Even as the house crumbles
As others attack, cornering
Others with passion or
Burning plaster with
Laser-hot gazes,
Watchin from afar.
They say love's a fire
But even in its absence
My head burns
Like I've been shoved
Into the witch's oven
Without getting to appreciate
The gingerbread house.
Everyone else's breath
Smells of sugar and spice
And all things nice
Teeth rotting from the sweet
Nothings they tell me about
Their beloveds.
The time will tell adage
Repeats itself to me
Over and over. Sophia Vergara
Said that love's right
Around the corner
But I've been walking
Straight for far too long.