A Funeral

Are we too different to be

in love?

Do I get you?

If I try hard enough will I get to

Hold you in my arms

Even though we live a few 100 miles apart?

The physical distance shouldn’t be a problem if my words, oh my lovely words,

can reach your eyes and ears,

But all you do is chuckle at my tears.

My words are loud, but nobody hears.

Are we too different to fight for each other?

When our spirits resist change,

and that’s exactly what one wants from the other.

I need you to calm my fear,

But you just wish I was near.

I can’t tell compliment from joke,

is that laughter or a choke?

Your voice is corrosive

Burning holes through my heart.

“Nothing really matters,”

Can’t you see me falling apart?

We laugh and talk sometimes,

I forget all the suffocation and smile.

We hug and fuck and forget the rest,

These are the times you act your best,

But somewhere in the back of my head

Your acid wreaks havoc,

My limbs are lead,

I’m warm in your bed.

Your hair falls perfectly around your eyes

and all I want is for you to be mine.

A dimple to the left of your lip,

Your hand gripping my hip.

Everything I’ve ever said

Falls to deaf ears

Every word engraved in my head

Is gone, past, forgotten.

My words are in mourning.

Poetry is dead.