Fall hard Or breathe harder. It's so easy When you put it like that. My bones, Which were barely ever able to keep me standing Will break like eggs - Every one of them.
"Don't do it" Interrupts a passing stranger Who would just love to tell his friends About how he saved someone's life today. "It will hurt more than you think." "Maybe" I reply, "But I'm taking the pain down with me.
That's right, I'm talking to you" I say To the cold, crushing tightness in my chest That my teenage self was sure would be gone by now - "How does it feel now? Who's the one in control now?!"
And I really am, For the first time, In control. I'm in control over all those kids at school Who insisted they were only teasing. They'll have to remember me now Even after I've splattered their faces All over the pavement; Along with all those looks of dismissal People would give me Before returning to their conversations About how much they admire difference.
"Don't do it." Says another voice - A cop this time - "Let's talk." he says In his negotiator's voice "You don't want to do this. Trust me, You Don't Want To Do This." ****. He's a clever man, this one. He knows no one on Earth Would ever want their last conversation To have been with a cop.
I have to concede. "Alright then officer, Take me home." Sucker. I'll beat him to it next time. Tomorrow, the choice will still be to Fall hard Or breathe harder. I just really need To write all this down first.