Torpedo

He is stuck between the crevasses of my skin
Simply not on my pores,
But in the core of each and every nucleus
Of each and every cell of my body
If I would need to erase him.
I would have to cut myself open
The scalpel must start from my forehead to my toes
Therefore...
I propose
You start with my intestines

I know you've cut
but
I've kept him behind my gut
Secured around my liver and spleen
He's made a home.
That's where he's been
So invested in the vision we sold to each other
I start anew, without my lover
My brother.
My friend. My companion and shit
With nothing,
I begin again without it
It's been 3000 hours and I am still hurting
The worst thing
is that its without closure
No reason why you chose her...
Whilst you and I become closer