Write me a short poem
If you want my attention
I feel bored with long flatliners
That read like sadness and cold days

No
I want a distraction
Not a refraction
Of my own unsatisfaction

Like the plague on the taste buds of mine eyes

Sew me a poem with dreams
Like that of a patchwork quilt
Not with thy tears

And I can't drink them
Because I'm already dehydrated
Literally
*Note to Self: Drink more tea