"I’ve got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold,
Hunger hurts, but starving works when it costs too much to love..."
‘you’re crazy’ he says with a flick of spit and a point to his head. ‘you’re crazy’ I thought, my stomach like lead. I want, I dream, I hope, I try and I have a bad day..there’s only so much to do and not to do…barreling through eggshells like it will make…like I will make it…still…but instead I’m stiff with mucus, covered in slivers cut by shells that I broke. If only I wouldn’t stomp…if only I would tiptoe
over your ego, wedging myself between your insecurity and the scrutiny of an eye…unforgiving, ready to leap at the culprit, to notice the invasion into …? Explanation. I know not…the limits of who it is and was that you want me to be, that you expect me to be, could I be any more? Could I survive anymore, could I not love you anymore? Damned if I do and damned if I don’t –I guess you feel the same way…I think. I think.
2 comments:
You are an amazing writer. Keep it up!
... sometimes you have to be free and be yourself. Wish I could take my own advice.
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