how exhausting to
fall   in   love   with
e  v  e  r  y  o  n  e
to be wrenched in
fifths    and    sixths
to say you could but
know you c  a  n  '  t
and     rushout     the
way fools rush     in
your hair leaves a flick
in the door frame before
the house comes down
in your wake, and your
lungs catch the heat,
billow up on the cliff
side, giant sails that
bring you elsewhere
that take you far away
from the choices you
don't want to make.