the way you fall -
there are lots of
moments, when i
trace circles of
pressure and anxiety around
the base of my
thighs and the
point on the end of my
elbow, when i
smile to myself and
ignore the bags under
my eyes that fill themselves
with self-pity and
deep, gut-wrenching
seconds of wondering if
what i wake up every morning for
is what i should be
accomplishing, or spending my
time and effort on.
can anyone listen to the
thoughts that spiral down
agonizing tunnels of
self-deprecating memories?
can you spill the secrets of
how you stay up
on your feet after you get
shot at time after time after time
again?
because i can't seem to
find the balance in the
balls of my feet to
continue taking the
bullets you fire at the
base of my thighs and the
point at the end of my
elbow.
when i write about
you, sometimes the
words come out in
verse.
if i could play guitar,
you’d fall head over
heels for the words i
create for you.
there are days when i
wake up and am
automatically plagued
with the fear that
everything important
has already
been said.