Thickets

Nausea

I have never been nauseous, no I have not
But since meeting you, lovesick, I've been throwing up
Anxiety settles like liquid poison turning my stomach
A rotten lake in my body with dead fish floating up
Who knew this feeling like burnt black bones
Like the crushing of flowers under heart shaped soles
Had such effect on bodily meat
It calls for them to appear and speak
The pain below my chest in the core of my being
A feeling so sudden to arrive but not easily fleeting
Identity loss once I listen to this sluggish tar
Why did I ever let it get this far?

I guess nausea needs nothing to be
No colours no salty sea
Rotting fish and composting plants
No puke up on my murder-clean hands

You make my insides turn and rumble
I wish falling out of love was easier than the tumble
The tumble of falling into love before hearts crumble
I thought I had a strong stomach but I guess you have always had a knack for making me feel humble

Cheeks turn pale white instead of red
My mouth waters and the guilt makes me feel I'd be better off dead
After hearing those loving, sweeter-than-sugar words you sang and wrote and said
I'm sorry, ex-lover, I must've eaten something bad