This won't last long.
I need to get it down
before it stumbles again.
I need to hold on,
before it slips through
my hot palms,
into the well i've
built inside myself.
I can't let it slide down
that slippery well,
because it might be
the last time I hold it
in my heart, let it
dance through my blood
and glow through
my dead, disconnected
eyes.
I will hold it tight this time,
because who knows?
Will it be the last?
Will I be able to fight
once I know the rope has broken
and the bucket has sprung
a leak?
It might be the last time
before the weather weakened
wires wither into nothing
under my very skin.
So right now,
I need to get it down.
Right now,
I'm happy.