I can't I won't I will- Me feeling a bit bleak and venting in angsty poetry, Daphne

So I haven't really blogged lately, or had any motivation and have felt really happy then really down on a bit of a yo-yo spectrum of late. I wrote this, please don't hate me for writing a poem. I was sad. Poor me. Wallow.  

I can't I won't I will

I like you more but you make me cry

The salty ocean from my eyes

I break the words one by one

Every meaning and undertone

The syllables slide like oily pain

Around the pan I cook in vain

I can't I won't I will

The empty jar of sound

Where once my voice was found

I set it free to wrap your head

But it's lying on the floor instead

Here I am patchwork face

Holding onto a secret place

I can't I won't I will

The Sunday morning dreams

Were just inferior hymns

Praising a non existent feeling

Subtle pain that looked like healing

Every day I need you more

But I can't stop standing by the door

I can't I won't I will

Hannah I miss you too. 

Daphne