love.like.home.sick

"Don't second guess me darling", she says. Strands of broken ribbon and tic-tacs are all that is left of the past year and there is nothing she can do, no, now she is pacing, look what you've done. Each heavy heartstring tied to the pink plastic of her flip-flops, staining the already rosy floors with sighs. She feels integrated, she feels objectified, she feels like she'll never feel home again, never feel your fingers tug beneath her skin, and churn her stomach into oblivion.
Normal. She feels normal. Stepping it off her elevation, and watching her breathing catch in her throat on rewind.
Its so hard to get used to him becoming a mere aspect of her day, instead of the being entire day itself
She is still feverish with the love sickness empathy syndrome... so far beyond her comprehension... but she liked it better when the feeling was mutual like the pavement outside is warmly receiving the rain like an old friend, like a feather dream, like a cushioned grave... like home.
She wants to go home.

"It's their world, outside, that they could set on fire
She wants to jump off cliffs while holding on to you
...Well go ahead, you're love sick"

Credits: Mat Devine for song lyrics