the end is the end
is the end is the end

that's what i tell myself to
stay grounded.
back on earth,
back in reality,
into dust.

doing this while questions
loom
is questionable itself
but i've always been the type
to put up a
wall
before it's needed.

the problem with that
is sometimes
it isn't needed.
and you're stuck
there
alone
beneath a long shadow
with no one and nothing around you.

as an emotionally damaged individual
i'm an expert
at deserting my feelings before the residual
build up of resentment leads to the final
goodbye.

experiencing everything so vividly:
the burning love, the frozen hate, the simmering anger
takes its toll, slowly, before your brain realizes it knows better
but when it does, and you come to your senses
that lovely buzz, with its harrowing twists and bends
wears off and you find yourself at a fork
in your own lonely road
solely stranded at that intricate impasse.

where to
now?
and how
will you make it
without breaking
all of those
delicate bones
you've shattered so many
times before?