Dreams pretend you are not alive
Broken and hallow
You are a smothering lie.
Creeping beneath my skin
Poisoning my senses when I am lost
Though surrendering
Tell me why?
I am still in the fire
Burning in agony.
No I won't cry
I won't anymore!
Tell me why?
Why are you still alive?
I don't dream
Still you dwell
In my eyes
With every tear falling down
I call out
Scream with bleeding throat
Tell me why
Dreams say you are still alive
A more of a smothering lie...

If you were a flower
I'd drown you in water,
burn you after you died,
and keep the ashes under
my mattress,
then craft a poem
out of your roots,
and toss your soil
into a lake.

God, I miss you
  I miss you!
(You miss me more)
but I highly doubt it
Does it ache in your chest
when you think of how warm
my breath is on your lips?
Do your knees tremble and buckle
beneath you after imagining our last kiss?
Do you find yourself squirming
giddily in your seat when you
recall something sweet I said
to you when we were in bed?
Does your skin crawl with
anticipation for our next encounter?
Do your fingers fidget when
the urge to divulge emotion is so
strong you want to punch things?
Do you fight yourself daily to just
keep yourself at bay in fear
of smothering me? Something tells
me by your delay in replies
and your nonchalant guise
that you don’t miss me more
than I miss you.

The silence he gave was smothering,
and all too loud.