I Write Poetry

Just the mention of you makes me want to throw up, I can feel it all happen inside me. As if the sound of your name summons the undying mess I call a heart to wake from its pain and try to climb out. Its feet stepping on my intestine, making my stomach turn. Its elbows knocking into my ribs and jabbing my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Its hands climbing up my throat, wishing to escape past the fake smile I wear for the world. All this, just talk with you, to ask you what the hell happened, why you lied, why you left, why was I not worth the truth?
But I swallow it down, I can't let it out. Because I know even if you heard it speak you wouldn't care, and I'd watch you walk away all over again. And this time, it would kill me.