You leave the most b i t t e r taste in my mouth.

You make me see the most a g g r e s s i v e of colors.

The lions and bears can smell the utter h o r r o r surrounding me on all sides.

That’s How You Make Me Feel.

When you’re around, I smell the pungent aroma of bile.

And when I see you,  I taste the sharp metallic tang of blood.  

When I hear your name, I almost faint.

When your voice comes echoing down the hall, I feel my body turn an icy blue.

And I want to run.

As fast as I can.

I want to run until I can feel things that are not you.

Until the tiny legs of the ghostly centipedes crawling all over my skin,

have stopped their taunting dance.

And those harsh colors I see are 

turned paler, softer.

Until I see the dark, dark purple blinding my sight

is clear as water.

Until my quivering insides

are enveloped by a soft blanket.

But that won’t happen. It can’t.

Not until you’re gone.