OVERWHELMING

And you leave

And I’m sad

And it’s such a cliché

And your touch

Leaves me shaking

For days

Upon days.

And I feel for your skin

But of course

You’re not there

Like a cliché on drugs

As I pull out my hair,

My tears sink like syrup

Sticking to your skin,

I’m scraping for sanity

But it’s wearing thin

And the taste of your skin

Is more than I can bare

And the shivers engulf me

I’m no longer there.