Poem i wrote (I cant be with you)

I can’t be with you.
Mentally, I can’t handle it.

Why?
Does there have to be a why?

Yes — or else it’s not logical.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why —
over and over again.

They say,
You can’t tell me why —
then it’s not true.

Echoes running through my head,
like a wire transmitting electricity.

Disconnected,
but the plug’s still in the wall.
It’s broken.
Cords cut.
So I put tape over it —
over and over again.

It’s unsafe.
A fire could start at any time.
But only sparks —
sparks melting the tape away.

Any time I think of you,
another spark.

an expired fire extinguisher
somehow working —

The future will mend us
like a nail growing with a tree.
The tree
works around the nail
until the nail
is stuck
for good.

I’m the nail.
I’m the one stuck with the fire.
The pry bar managing to get me out,
over and over again.