I've been looking without seeing talking without listening screaming with no sound loving endlessly, hopelessly I'm not proud about the slamming in my chest, persistent knocking.
Fear is tempting me; walk! Go see him; Go break yourself.
Maybe one day I will learn not to love, to give, to share, to spend, to hold on, so quickly, so easily, so hard.
in with the old and out with the new in with the new and out with the old in and out with the old and new this poem, I'm not sure how old, feels like new!