On this rowdy night
I’ve decided not to succumb into
The belly of my monstrous feelings.
I’ve decided not to let go of all that’s real
All that’s what at the basis
Of my loathing
For your flawless diction.
You’re perfect. You’re perfectly perfect in your demurely
Stigmatic allure.
Why is it so?
On this long and windy night
I’ve fought the urge
To run into the arms of a bottomless pit.
Who wants to jump off a cliff, anyway?
We are not race horses, straddled in fear
Sweating with desire to cross the finish line
Sweating with a pain to finally breath.
I am who I am,
And what’s going to be is probably
Going to be.
I am a dreadful mess,
A creative outlet for your inhibitions.
I’m a loud, piercing shriek
In a sea of muddled screams.
On this lonely, warm night –
When my keys can’t find the way to your door
I’ll wander outside your steps
I’ll dig in your backyard,
I’ll bring down your proud trees.
On this night of all nights
I will make my piece about us
And the peace will finally travel
The shrinking space between my exhales
And your silence.