Being Friends (I Don't Think It Can Happen)

It's like staring at painting

with heart made of transparent

glass

I can't breathe when I see

you with her it hurts like dagger

to my veins pumping

the sugar clogging my

brain.

I have love for you I want

to drown in old age paints,

dab salt on my wounds

and squeeze lemon

on the stitches

Take love notes

to the fire and watch

them burn to ash

the way I wish every

gift you gave me would

disappear to the wind.

You want to focus

on being friends like it's

easy as though talking

to you is like sipping

tea and slowly losing

taste for you is simple

thing.

I can rhyme my words

into a thousand poems a month

and not think of you.

Yet, my heart rings like

doorbell the day I was next

to you.

Admit it, you don't miss me anymore

as there is no longer love in this

giant fish bowl of welted flowers that doesn't contain

the both of us.

I keep wishing we could start anew

but you want to be friends as though

I won't remember the way you touched

my body or the nights I fell asleep in

your arms.

The way your hand reached for my

face so gently with a kiss so new...

I couldn't stop kissing you

but It can't happen not again

with you.

Our last kiss was like the winter

wind showing me cold and

hot is all

we'll ever be.

Being friends I cannot swallow

like tasteless perfumed water

blooming flowers in my throat.

I don't think I could still

be friends or try to savage

a relationship with someone

I'm still in love with.