Bad Words

 the words don't help,

not like people say

they will.

Every letter 

just finds a way

to spell

your name.

Some days it doesn't matter what i write (lets be honest, it never has mattered), i can't stop myself thinking about you. The words break down behind my teeth and build themselves into something different. Something that looks like you. 

i guess the difference between talking about love and talking about loss is just the contortion of air around my tongue; around you name in my mouth. i guess even if i were ready to let you go, the words don't seem ready to let me.