Sonnet 4

You are the sinking feeling in my chest;
The panic that attacks when I can't sleep,
The hyperventilating of my breath,
The hunched over position that I keep.

You ran away-each time-I ran your way;
You taught me that I'll always be alone.
Your eyes told me to stay the fuck away;
Your mouth told me the same, in bitter tones.

How ever I may try, to show to you
The monster that you made (inside my mind.)
The words come out so hollow and untrue;
The one's I tell you, are the one's I find.

        I breathe in deep and count backwards (from ten)
        To make sure I won't feel your pull again.