You're blurring the lines
that linger in the back of my mind
c r a s h i n g into the borders of right and
wrong, until I don't know what to
do.
I sit and twiddle my thumbs,
wasting the time it takes to run things
through my head, and maybe
b r e a t h e a little deeper.
And suddenly I'm holding you back,
keeping you in this c a g e within my chest,
and you can barely breathe, pressed against
my r i b s, and gasping for breath when I
smother you with my lethal, ineffective words.
So now you're soaring,
high above my head, and I ask,
was it worth my fleeting spirit?
- 21/11/13
