You'd Be Scabies - 22 May 2013

Loving you is a phantom itch

And no matter how hard I scratch,

You got under my skin.

If you were a disease, you’d be scabies.

Thanks to you

I've torn myself into pieces so small,

Clawing away at my skin

Anything to soothe the crawling underneath.

I've lost some things along the way

Like my smile

And my laugh

And my innocence

Replaced instead by

The gnawing, the biting, the corroding feeling

That could only be the after-taste of you.

And unlike you, scabies goes away in 2 to 3 weeks.