Formica

You are the sadness that is
tucked into the corner of my heart
You are the knot in my belly
when I wake in the night...
in the night or under the influence
when true feelings creep out
not the ones we have falsly painted
and now accept as truth
But what does it matter
this will go unread
and the future has you cornered
But I am the rat
Burning gasoline across a blackened highway