My head is heavy
My brain is foggy
only your face is clear
I kiss your cheeks, forehead, lips
I laugh so brightly
Nothing could bring me down in this moment
You are my pinnacle
My love of a lifetime
You bring me joy
but you also bring me pain
once you are gone I feel empty
I crave you again and again
You're addictive, my love
and that can't be healthy
but I couldn't care less
because when I'm with you
I feel high
and happy
and free
And I wouldn't give that up for anything
Because I love what you do to me.

More than once I've tried to push open a door that said pull,
I suppose it's not a coincidence that I have never pulled thoughts
from my head without at first trying to push them away.

Safety precautions say that most doors should open outwards
from an enclosed room, says that it's easier to escape if there were a fire
-there's a fire inside of me, but my door opens inwards
and I'm locked in the corner of the burning room I call my head.

There's a sign over a door in the building I work at,
it says 'exit' in a red light -which I found quite ironic,
if red means stop, and exit means leave, where do I go?

Most of life is spent in anticipation and haste,
anxiety and fear of mistake;
what changes have occurred that have made life a competition?
We were taught as children that 'slow and steady wins the race,'

so why am I speeding up at yellow streetlights,
and running towards red exit signs?

(NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.

For the people who read this
It's not just a game
we've all got emotions
and we've all gone insane.