I Think I'm Coming Down With Something

I cough My mouth,

A dry desert.

All the water that was once there;

went on call and became tears where

they were pushed out of my eyes like fire hose

to put out a forest fire.

Before our last conversation,

my last call to you,

it doesn't even matter.

Which 'You' I'm writing about anymore.

Before our last conversation

this dessert was lush,

had flowers full of beauty and wonder

a metaphor for myself, but

it was you,

you who set the fire to all;

All of me, you8 worlds were the gas

which was ironic because as a child

I used to say the saying

(Sticks and stones may break my bone, but words will never hurt me)

thought that was a stupid use of words, would laugh and add,

"of course, words will never hurt me I am a poet.

I'm words best friend and ambassador.

That words could not hurt someone who they need as a middleman,"

I feel so stupid.

You proved me wrong and that's not why I'm stupid

I feel stupid because I should have gotten used to this by now,

such is life, a constant force,

a reoccurring phenomenon.

That you found a way to make this time different and

I feel like I let you somehow.

You proved me wrong and

as you did so you did nothing short of spitting in my face.