as we fall

the box

it's too late now, you waited too long
you've lost your hold on me;
i'm no longer the sad little girl watching you from the window
across the street,
the handcuffs are old and rusted
and i found a key.

maybe if you hadn't waited so long,
we could have a happy ending.

scratch that.
the realization just hit me,
harder than a goddamn train.

we could never have a happy ending,
because the truth is,
i liked the thrill of the chase.
so where would we be if there was no thrill?

dead souls trapped in live bodies
writhing on the sand like beached whales,
trying to escape a cardboard box,
but the problem is that it's actually steel.

it only looks like cardboard to trick you,
make you think that there is a way out,

so you push and push and PUSH
until your arm breaks and you huddle in the corner,
cramped,
back sore from bending over,
arm sore from pushing the box,
eyes sore from crying,
heart sore from the never-ending TORMENT

of no escape
from the goddamn
cardboard box.

but are we that much better off now,
that there is no box,
because yes, there was a chase?

no.

instead of the box,

we are trapped in our minds,
living in "could'ves" and "should'ves"
and "maybes" and "yeses" instead of the
neverending
"NO"

that traps us, too.

there is no escape;
i removed the handcuffs,
only to be faced with the jail cell.

there is no door.

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something new, let me know if you liked it :)

dedicated to -therapy because her works are absolutely beautiful
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