a cataract of emotion overflowing.
there’s no end in sight.
no wet floor signs.
no life jackets.
i’ve always had a problem pouring too much.
spilling my guts on the floor,
making a mess of it all,
waiting to see how far i could possibly -
fall.
i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to
my cup is empty and still it never ends.
the water on the floor is turning to ice.
it’s getting colder and colder -
i’m running further and further.
i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to
i’ll keep trying to run.
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 3:45 AM UTC
a cataract of emotion overflowing.
there’s no end in sight.
no wet floor signs.
no life jackets.
i’ve always had a problem pouring too much.
spilling my guts on the floor,
making a mess of it all,
waiting to see how far i could possibly -
fall.
i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to
my cup is empty and still it never ends.
the water on the floor is turning to ice.
it’s getting colder and colder -
i’m running further and further.
i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to
i’ll keep trying to run.
-