Love poems are for the dead or amature

no amount of distance in miles or years

will remove this deep feeling
this cold feeling
this empty buzzing feeling
from my core to my soul
There will never be a complete peace
a complete lack of memory
even the colours I remember will be a trigger
for something that maybe will feel just forgotten
on the tip of my tongue
It'll wake me up from a dream
in a sweat, and a chronic panic
and will slip into the dust before I can diagnose it
there is no cure
no eraser for the cliche

time heals on the outside only.