Time of Death...

Voices of opinion creep in to my life
and they paint this picture that
I won't fathom.
Entertaining the ideas of you draped in
the terrible,
I'm simply not capable of it.

I've weaved this web of ideas,
what will be.
Why would I want that?
Waking each morning wondering,
is today the day?

Its cruel to torture yourself
in such a way.
You are being selfish,
keeping me but not holding me.

I can walk,
and I will
because this feeling
is scraping away
what was good about it.

I don't want people in my ear.
It makes me defend you.
And I shouldn't have to.
You're doing what you can
and you've been speaking
kindly and honestly.

I need out.
I need to protect myself.
But i am so challenged by
the plague of not ever seeing you again.

I can't half be in your life.
It will crash and burn.
I won't volunteer to ruin a beautiful feeling and memory.

I was happy,
now,
I don't like this.

I call the time of death.
Move on.
You lost me.

'miss you already'