Collision Course
Spill the cup, lets wait a while to clean it up, my love. What happens when I stand at the intersection of my insides, where denial resides? BAM! Suppression and depression collide to reveal I’ve already died. Save me. I know you know how, and now I know you know, wow, wasn’t that easy? Holding in beats holding on any day, at least for a while, because this way everything that hurts stays hidden behind this refrigerator magnet smile. Diagnosis: hopeless romantic, time to choose, damn I can’t pick. Alas in the end your smile classifies my actions and my cruel intentions subside, and here I am all over again watching raw emotion…..collide.