Maybe I'm overthinking this.
Am I running too far ahead?
Am I jumping to conclusions
When I should accept reality instead?
The truth is that I'd rather not
Fall into acceptance's grey world.
I'm stumbling over myself,
I'm tripping over words.
The pinch of the loss of hope
Is a bitter, dull ache
That can only be caused by such a trauma
Like oblivious heartbreak.
