Break Poem by George Price

I find myself checking my phone
Every spare minute
A hopeful fool
Who cannot surrender the wonders of life

My hand sits at my side
And itches and twitches
For yours.
But, instead, surreal emptiness fills it.

You need space, time, uniformity
But the silence crushes me
Frees me from everything
Then guns me down

Let's just be friends
Let's just pretend
That noise was deaf and dumb
And pierce my ears with daggers

I cannot listen to your voice
No more.
The next act in the opera calls
But your sweet melody will never die in me