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This itching
It’s like a drug withdrawal
From my body
And I fall
But I don’t do this intentionally
I do this because
It’s what I do
No stepping of the ledge
Easily—
No willing sacrifice
Just me
Falling—
Because there is no where else
To walk
This is me
This is who I am
This is what I do
Do not thank me for it
I do not want it
But don’t also think this
Saddens me
Or inconveniences me
In anyway
This is what I do
This is who I am
This is me
Think of me as a tool
A well-guided instrument
To a poorly thought-out
Providence
This is it…
Or maybe
Simply
That one you forgot
You remember
Now that I prod you
I’m the method—
You used to know
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