You are an itch in my skull,
in my ears, that I
cannot get rid of
no matter how many
ways I try to
rip my brain out.

Honey is sweet.
Honey is sweet as it's
poured into my throat
in a never ending stream.
But there comes a time
when I am too drunk
on the sugar to
notice that the
sweetness is too thick
for me to
continue to
choke down
anymore.

I wrote a poem about you
yesterday. At least, I
think it was yesterday.
It could have been the day
before yesterday, or
the day before that.
I wouldn't know.
I stopped putting
the dates on all my poems
because they only reminded
me of how many days
I was wasting missing you.
Or maybe I just stopped
remembering what day
it was, so that I could imagine
that time wasn't carrying you
away and leaving me behind.
It's funny that I'm
suffering so much, when
I was the one who left you.
I will never make it off of this
sinking ship of ours.
I am drowning
in my own escape hatch.