Bitter Regret

There is a bitter taste
sitting in my mouth,
sitting upon my tongue,
coating my lips.
Tears augment,
fill me whole.
I pretend to be strong,
all the while
I'm crumbling inside.
My heart falls
into my stomach
which is full of butterflies.
These vicious things
pick at my heart,
leave it scabbed,
leave it torn.
Cautious words that imitate
false love
drift into my ears,
they tempt my mind
and kick at my temples.
A shadow lays on my soul,
hide all hope, all light.
My flesh eats at my bones
and starts to creep.
Chaos surrounds an empty whole,
hiding beneath my heart,
behind my stomach,
somewhere deep within,
mocking my pain,
enhancing affliction.
My eyes are forced wide
with miserable awe,
reflect nothing,
empty eyes, dead heart, sharp pains
is all that I am left with.
And that bitter taste
in my mouth lingering,
un-welcoming,
reminding me constantly.