all the english teachers
tell us how writing about someone
will make them live
eternally
but my words on you
aren't to keep you around--
for you were a horrible person
in your slick corduroys
and sweaters
and the way your hands moved
ever so gracefully over the strings
of your guitars.
my words are to rid my mind
of all the horrible abstractions you
placed before me
to help me forget the words
you sang to me
from your rhythmic lips
and forget the warm embraces
the sweet kisses once shared
and the way our eyes gleamed
when looking at each other.
my words about you aren't to keep you alive
they are to choke out my dreams
and **** the love we had.