my heart claws on the inside of my chest. there is no escaping loves drum.
that rhythmic pattern that picks up. like the small things in nature in the morning. the undeniable laughter of the birds. the life coming after 9 months.
the purging after a bottle of whiskey.

I sit alone in my room. my hands are sweaty. I panic.
why is it against me and so out of my hands to deny you.
I stare at my dresses my womanly things that mean nothing.
I walk outside and stare at the immense blue in the sky. how it consumes me.
I watch the clouds sway. changing. growing. disappearing...
why does everything make sense all of the sudden. why do I feel lonelier
than I have ever felt in my entire being. time has never seeped through me
so slowly, every turmoil minute has placed itself like a beast upon
my forehead.  Every smile I see has made me grow emptier inside.

my tears mean nothing anymore. meaningless they are compared to the grief
that screams inside of my gut. it is seen on my face. there is no hiding it anymore.
I can solve every problem. unlock every door. touch every star.
all of it will mean nothing. Maybe I will find it inside of me to walk away
but this time tell you to come

Maybe I will finally accept

there is no escaping loves drum