Your Heart is an Empty Room.

I have fallen into it.
I am sickened that I cannot find my escape,
despite the empty.
dark.

My fingertips feeling the cracks,
slipping deep into weak spots
and your tongue echoes against the walls.
 
I taste your taste,
and you make damn sure I feel your feel.
Let me go.
Yesterday is overwhelming tomorrow,
my ribcage is overwhelming my chest,
because I lack in empty rooms.

I have always lacked in ability to let you go.