I am rotten

rotten to the core

I feel so locked in

and I feel so torn

The air I breathe

rejects my lungs

My chest heaves

as I feel your tongue

My sweet, sweet honey

you keep me alive

But the days aren't sunny

in our beehive

Those full of hate

try to keep us apart

If that is our fate

it's a dagger in my heart

And so I must bleed

on this wretched, cold floor

I am the weed

the canker, the sore.