No Vacancy

Breathing’s not what it’s cut out to be
When youre not standing next to me
No color;
No sight or smell
It leaves me shaken fragile
An empty shell

And this assembly line
Of thesis statement and fine wine
Leaves me shaken
To the core
And it leaves me frigid
And asking for more

But it aches
Oh, it aches
Like a rotting tooth
Or a seeping wound
Infected

that’s me, infected
And dirty
Useless and hated
Worthless and dated

But conversely,
I converse normally.
Nothing's wrong, just move along
Keep moving
While my temples throb
And my stomach heaves, just
To realize
That I’m not real at all.