It's easier to fall in empathy
than to fall in emotion.
It's all about the fall, isn't
it, after all?

Words are easy to rhyme
and stitch together for
what seems to be the best
of all intentions, however
do you feel any better?

I could spill blood and tears
and scribble the toils of my
troubled years and beating
a laundry list of my
inadequacies and over-
coming such consuming
emotion, but all that remains
is a vulnerable self, beat
senseless by society's cold
heart and the simple pain
of not giving a ****.