Vacant

I am so painfully
in love with you
that I can’t see my toes,
feel my fingers
or the raindrops
dotting my face.
My skin numbs
against touches
of sunlight
and hands
and everything
that means anything.
My chest is vacant
and cavernous
and raw
because you ripped it open
with claws
made of words
you cannot say.
I am the cave
you made me
with your never-ending fears
of what if.

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