In--

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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