Acid

There's acid in my heart,

And it comes right from her.

Her thought is corrosive,

Rising from my core.

It hurts me 

And burns me

And draws me to tears. 

It knots up my stomach

Until I can't take it. 

And I'm left running

Trying to make it to the trash

Before I throw up. 

Trying to purge the thought

Of her hands on your body 

From my being. 

I never want to hear about

How she ever 

Made you happy. 

It quickens my heart

to hear it. 

Or how you thought 

you'd stay together,

It turns my stomach.