what am i doing to myself?
that surge of panic
a heart-stuttering, mouth-opening, clenching-of-the-jaw
panic
the realization that my hands are to blame
for the strength of my bones
for the confidence in my eyes
for the smile that comes so naturally now-
how do i take this back?
how could i be such a stranger to myself
how could i let my dreams fall away
how could i pack it all into a single shoe box
how could i leave her behind,
after all she's done for me?
this line is much too thin to walk
and my bathophobia is making me stumble
one side of the fence houses
fruit, sweat, strength, genuine laughter, newness of life
and enough self-worth to inspire
the other contains
blood, tears, collapse and destruction, a lack of sleep
and enough regret to drown everyone i've ever loved
and yet, in my eyes, it is comfort
*how do i choose between health and safety?
why am i making myself destroy one life to start another?
will it even be worth it when someone else
steps out of the ashes?*
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
what am i doing to myself?
that surge of panic
a heart-stuttering, mouth-opening, clenching-of-the-jaw
panic
the realization that my hands are to blame
for the strength of my bones
for the confidence in my eyes
for the smile that comes so naturally now-
how do i take this back?
how could i be such a stranger to myself
how could i let my dreams fall away
how could i pack it all into a single shoe box
how could i leave her behind,
after all she's done for me?
this line is much too thin to walk
and my bathophobia is making me stumble
one side of the fence houses
fruit, sweat, strength, genuine laughter, newness of life
and enough self-worth to inspire
the other contains
blood, tears, collapse and destruction, a lack of sleep
and enough regret to drown everyone i've ever loved
and yet, in my eyes, it is comfort
*how do i choose between health and safety?
why am i making myself destroy one life to start another?
will it even be worth it when someone else
steps out of the ashes?*
