Why was is so hard for me
To believe the frequent
"I love you"'s
That flew out of your mouth
Like birds in autumn
It still is
Say it again
And again
And again
Until these three words make me drunk
I want to believe so bad, I swear
Please don't go
Let me hold onto your hand forever
Why is it so hard for me
To imagine a poem
Written about me?
Do you feel what I feel?
I wish I didn't feel a thing
Because feelings are like rocks
That pull you to the bottom of the flowing river
They replace the air you breathe
And suffocate you
Poison you
Kill you
Feelings are like suicide in the end
Genocide
Evil manipulators of your mind and soul
A weapon
Humans hold against their own heads.
