Running My Mouth

Unconsciously

You torture me.

I ache for what once was.

I wish and want.

You love and flaunt.

The hurt your boldness does…

What can I say

To make you stay

This time? I want so much

To change the past.

Why won’t it last?

My wound’s become my crutch.

And though I yearn,

(WHY CAN’T I LEARN?)

You’re worth too much to lose.

I want you here.

It’s simple, clear.

I’m done with my dumb ruse.

You should be mine.

If not, that’s fine.

But you can’t leave again.

I need you, dear.

Your loss I fear.

You’ll always be my friend.

I want you here

Be friend or beau.

If that’s unclear...

I still won’t go.

The Beginning of the Rest of My Life

Blindfolded

Stranded

Terrified.

I drop to all fours.

It's cold here.

No shoes.

I feel the ground in front of me.

I crawl slowly, carefully forward.

The gravel scrapes my knees.

They're bleeding now.

I HAVE to keep crawling,

but I've no idea why.

I can only hope

that whatever comes next...

be better than this.

Now I'm sobbing.

Soaking my blindfold.

My hand feels no ground

in front of me, now.

I've reached the edge.

Whatever the edge is.

I feel down its face:

At least two feet down.

Just two feet? Or twenty?

I've no idea.

Do I hear water? An ocean?

Perhaps...

Or maybe it's just ...traffic?

I don't know where I am.

Realization.

It hits.

Hard.

I feel

Distressed

Cold

Scared.

But I NEED to move

forward.

So forward I'll go.

I stand up.

Right on the edge.

My toes grip

the cliff.

My heart accelerates.

My forehead throbs.

Something is racing

below my heart

inside my chest.

Is it dark?

I think it must be...

This sort of thing only ever happens at night.

I stand up straight.

One's got to

in a moment like this.

A silent prayer.

My foot goes forward,

And down I go.

Do You CARE??

You feel so deeply.

You "care" so much.

A surplus of emotion.

You ONLY emote.

It's cool that you

feel so much.

But what does it

profit?

Emotion accomplishes

nothing.

Plus, your feelings

aren't so deep

after all.

There may be

a surplus,

but the

substance

is superficial.

Shallow.

Shallow, but much.