I tell you one secret,
a most high security
and yet low collateral
thing,
and all of a sudden
all I can see
is me
sending that message
over and
over
and
over
and over

why?

why did I send it?

why couldn’t I keep it to myself?

why you?

why now?

logic has been defeated I think

my heart breathes victoriously
above my brain’s corpse

but then the picture gets hazy
the red of the heart
looks like the pink of the brain
and the juices running from the body
look more and more like blood from
that central *****

what does this mean?
what is it?
why?

why does it haunt me to let you back into my life?

why would I give you chance to ruin it again?