The Opposite Direction Of My Heartbeats Poem by Mun Abed

No I don't
I don't and I lied a lot
A bit
I don't know you well enough to introduce myself to grieving
But I know I could have been in your arms right now
Maybe for future reference on how grievance feels
Or further sensations to get a chance to win pain one more time
And if I could I would ask you to cause me anything of pain and above
Hurt and beyond..
For guilt is a trip down to memory
An expensive capitalist son of a bitch
With fancy bottles of wine and cheap bitter beer
The only thing that you can get there
is nothing..
More or worse
But you'd pass by the bar
Looking like a water fountain
I would be there
Head leaning towards your stomping presence
Eyes dragging the same foot prints
And I'd wave at least once
Accidentally spilling the only tequila shot in there
And run to you
Holding guilt in the inside pocket of my hideous tuxedo
Snatching two wine glasses from a tray somewhere
Handing out more than I expected or wanted
You'd stop and turn around
Confused with the breathless inhaling of oxygen and your halo
With my blue face and my drunken body
I'd ideally close my eyes open
Reach my arm out
Towards your metal cold one
Only to open a gate
And watch you have a life
In the opposite direction of my heart beats..