Upright

originally written on April 3rd, 2016.

The burnt orange taste,
bitter in my mouth,
reminds me
makes me
regurgitate what was.

The sour feeling,
itchy on my skin,
takes me
transports me
back to you.

You.
You make me:
hurt happy angry.
I love - I hate that you
twist me in a way so
I cannot stand
when you
kiss me.

The putrid sight
of seeing you with her
and tangling your fingers
in her hair while
kissing her
breaks
me,

and
I can tell
she is struggling
to stand upright.