Suddenly, the distance between us
Ceases to be
Immense
And becomes
Unfathomable

Sometimes
It just gets to be
Too much

My tears
Don't come easy,
But they come

Under the pressure
Of a thousand
Disappointments

Squeezing out
Every salty drop
From my soul

Wrapping around
My chest and waist
Like a corset of sorrows

Pull the laces
With the words
You shouldn't say

Bind my arms
With the swaddle cloth
Of your flaws

Sometimes
It just gets to be
Too much

Poetry
Spilled from my mind
Like water
From a Tennessee cliffside
In the Spring,

But lately
I've been sober
And the poetry
Has stilled itself
Like water
On a Tennessee cliffside
In the Winter

How long I'll be able to handle this persistent sadness before I finally put an end to it

for good

It's not nearly like
Wanting to **** myself
So
Don't you ******' worry