Lovesick

Your very scent is coated into my clothes and the sheets on my bed;
it seeps into my pores and floats through my bloodstream
until it finds me, somewhere deep down underneath the painted

masks and slowly-rusting armour. I can feel you nestled there
right beside my heart, counting the beat-beat-beats.
Your essence follows me everywhere; you show me how

heartbreak really feels like. And where you are, right next to
my heart, it feels like a sharp object, maybe a knife, and
everytime my heart beats, you stab me right where it hurts.