Don't tell me

Go ahead and diagram your sentence all across your lips
Try as you may to project it to my water-logged ears,
all I hear is the sloshing of a repetitive beat
Regardless of how genuine
Because words are lost if the feet don't follow,
Your ideal unravels if the hands don't move,
don't prove.
Ironic that the cup after cup I'm supposed to chug
is served especially to convince me,
When all I desired was for the letters of my name
which trip off the tongue so easily
to be caught in the movement of your arms.
Your absence accelerates
the duality between words and deeds which twists my insides.

Unsafe to receive your sentence through anything but a coffee straw.

I can't
I'll drown