loving you is driving into circles,
far beyond the speed limit, like when
you hit 108 on the highway, before you know it,
you’re ending up smashed against the
hardest brick wall in town
nobody ever told me I needed insurance
the rates aren’t going down
**** I’ve invested in you and only you but see
talking to you is talking to the blank page
ive been staring at for far too long
you are my writers block some weeks and
others, you, the only
picture my pen ink paints when scratching surface
of empty paper, my mind dispenses nothing more.
maybe if I drink too much coffee I’ll become
emotionally vacant to the point where I forget
your name, see
i try to write about the sky,
sometimes recovery,
sometimes something. but
your initials float through
the thoughts in my head and
I see you in words, I feel you in the back
of my throat
youre gone, I left before closure
could concur but for some reason
youre still the spitting image of the word
home when I hear it