Tyrotoxism

He wouldn't stop
always touching me
my hair
my arms
my waist
my legs
even my face
smothering
suffocating
me
always whispering in my ear
never a bad word
always sweet
yet i wish he would say nothing
loving me to much
making me claustrophobic
making me sick
with his overbearing love
wanting to free myself
from this sarcophagus
he built with his feelings
I used to love flowers
now I get them everyfuckingday
the never ending texts
telling me how much he cares
making plans every single night
draped over me
clinging
holding on for dear life
constantly trying to hold my hand
grasping for any limb of mine
wanting me closer
me wanting to flee
from his
everlasting
romantic schemes
all this cheese is making me lactose intolerant
romance is cheesy
to me
its poison
Trytoxism