From the bottom of my heart

worlds apart

You live in the past
But you should know
That I can't live there
With you. Every conversation
Fills my mouth with the taste of cinders
And almost immediately,
I want to wash it out with bleach.

From your touch, my sleeves
Turn yellow, withering a little
Like a flower wilts when moisture, life,
Is drained from it.

You are everything decaying,
I am but a budding flower-
We can never be together.