shut up. darling, shut up.
you can't make me okay.
even your "i love you"s
are just the final nails in my coffin.
its too late.
you've buried me in your memory
and i'll always be prematurely buried
screaming and clawing
appealing to ghosts and cemetary dirt
until even my memory quietly dies away.
you've filled the hole
wasted tears, left the flowers.
and turned away to start forgetting.
you will forget me.
you will stop loving me.
and when the tears dry
and the flowers wither away
i'll still be here, hoarse and silent.
and not worth a damn thing to you.