Fleabag

I felt a sadness in the pit of my gut
I felt a burning in the depth of my throat
And your name stayed at the tip of my tongue
And suddenly sprung with a push from my lungs

Two short syllables, weighty
Driving me crazy
I’m emotionally drained
Eyes dark and tired
Burning dimly like funeral pyres
Every person that I get near to
Has to compete with, has to adhere to
The standard you’ve set
And no one has yet