Poesi By Jones

you'll never be able to bury me properly
there'll always be something sticking up through the dirt
a foot
an arm

a smile

that's because you don't have the guts to look at me
scared that I'm still to beautiful to resist
the face
the body

the eyes

and I'm tired of watching my own funeral
over and over
wishing you'd just look at me
just see

I'm still crying