graveside stories pt. I

the night that i fell 
i remember the smell 
of honeysuckle still 
prickling the air. 

your eyes, so brown, 
and in them i drowned,
until your melancholy 
chuckle broke the silence. 

"i can't love you," you said
"because that's asking to be dead,
and unlike you i have a purpose."
i wish the ground would swallow me whole. 

so toss a coin in the well,
and please remember to tell
our loved ones that i always knew 
they cared. 

this heartbreak may not be the last,
but this sadness is past
due to be broken to smithereens. 
i am tired of allowing someone in. 

just to be handed back pieces. 

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