don’t get to close to me
I’ll turn you into poetry
with words that pierce your heart
or pick everything you said apart
I don’t know how to stop and think
before it spills from my veins as ink
I can feel it well in my throat
the tears that pour to soak
the pages of you memorialized here
something that I’ll always fear
not someone real to hold me close
just a whisper of a ghost
fantasies of happily ever after
always ending without laughter
just me alone in a crowded room
plotting and scheming my own doom
off in my world of make believe
watching as the characters leave
to fill my days of sadness
I write these stories lost in madness
don’t get to close to me
or live as my elegy
