I can write you for nothing

you won't hear me anyway

you might read what i say

our words are twisted

and get in the way

if only we could express

through the press of flesh

our innermost desires

and our selfish requests

if somehow I could crawl

inside of you

your emotions become mine

and I use them to wound

others around me

sing to my tune

buried deep inside

like rebar in cement

hasty and quick

to cut and neglect

if only our words

were doors and not windows

to rooms inside our heads

so large and cluttered

infinitely chaotic

yet battened and shuttered

hurricanes cannot move us

but the trickle of time will

the inexorable process

of finding worthwhile

in the dead space to fill

wear you like a drape for my skeleton

take everything that you are

a mish mash of medicine

that will take us too far

it will never be you say to me

from across divides of our own design

mutual disgust and shared misery

better to have never

than to ever have tried