Graveside

During some of the hard days I would crawl in your grave,
I would lay next to you one more day.
The smell wouldn't offend, nor the bugs, nor the scent,
The silence between your ribs would destroy me.
I know it's not you, you discarded the meat-suit
And what lays in that hole are just bones.
But I miss what you were and what I've felt before,
The first boy that I loved, and the boy I've looked up
Much too often sometimes, who could not compromise,
Who didn't offer advice-- just stayed still.
But some days I would sit by your grave
And, just the same, tell you I'm going insane
Without you on this earth, and I'd never shut up...
Because now that you're gone and I can't move the fuck on
I'm just stuck by your grave, my feet tied as your slave,
And I'm looking around for some hope for a sign
But you're gone and you're not coming back,
Despite how I wish you had stayed,
I'll just lay by your grave
And just wait.