You and i

by anonymous

when I think of you i cringe

my every inch starts to itch

i start unravelling at the fringe

i come undone, stich by stich

when I think of you i gulp

my lungs search for absent air

as my muscles turn to pulp

then crumble without a care

when i try to put it in words

i can never quite grasp it

the feeling is absurd

and mildly claustraphobic

when i attempt to forget

the time i walked into your room

i’m simply left with regret

your bed is my soul’s tomb

when remembering that day 

i shiver and break a sweat

is this the price to pay

for an action you regret?