the body of a poem
my body on your bed
your body gently falling down
our bodies fine like thread

we intertwine like sentences
syllables fall like rain
these literary elements
help me fight away the pain

i hate the way this sounds
this format makes me itch
im writing this for you
to help you climb out of the ditch

it's so muddy
it's so deep
it's made for eternal sleep
it's not for you
it's not for me
it's for dreaming endlessly

trust me,
that's not as great as it sounds.
eventually you'll be lost,
in your thoughts you'll start to drown.