Everything That I Can’t Say

I need you gone.

I need you far away from me,

far enough that I can let out

all of these bitter words I’m holding in

and be certain none of them will reach your ears.

As much as I need to say to you,

there’s even more that I can’t say

for fear of breaking one of these countless rules

that grew all by themselves from nothing,

intent on constricting, on suffocating, on killing.

And kill they did, with such a ferocity

that now there’s nothing left of us -

only you and me, both empty -

which amounts to nothing.

Which is why I need you gone.

I need you states or countries,

preferably planets or universes away

so I can breathe

without this wordless scream

of pure exhaustion

bubbling up inside of me.

I need you to slip out of my life

and off of the edge of the earth

that everyone insists isn’t really there.

But we know better, you and I,

‘cause we’ve walked right up to that edge

and stared it down,

fearless because we had each other.

But now all we have is nothing -

ripped up letters and dying secrets,

numb hearts and deafening silence -

which amounts to nothing.

Which is why I need you gone.

A/N: I'm sorry if it sucks and makes no sense. It's mostly just a ranting sort of poem after all, and I think by definition ranting poems kind of suck and make no sense.