...........
i hit myself again. i hit myself over n over over over n over...again...
this foolish game i play on myself never seems to tire..
a knife throwing game that surprises me each time it hits me.
stupidity
and every single time it happens,
i tell myself to learn.
but my feeble memory doesnt serve me right.
i think it enjoys seeing me trip n fall.
another sin, another crime.
a duel lost together with time.
and maybe a piece of myself.
another book, i store on an already filled shelf.
an intoxicated integrity,
standing on a balcony.
dancing to an off beat rhythm.
counting minutes by the hour.
a fountain of insecurities,
watching,
with sin written on his forehead.
a bystander looks up
and wishes on two fallen stars.
i wish held intangible to me.
as my hands are tied behind me.
...by myself.
this foolish game i play on myself never seems to tire..
a knife throwing game that surprises me each time it hits me.
stupidity
and every single time it happens,
i tell myself to learn.
but my feeble memory doesnt serve me right.
i think it enjoys seeing me trip n fall.
another sin, another crime.
a duel lost together with time.
and maybe a piece of myself.
another book, i store on an already filled shelf.
an intoxicated integrity,
standing on a balcony.
dancing to an off beat rhythm.
counting minutes by the hour.
a fountain of insecurities,
watching,
with sin written on his forehead.
a bystander looks up
and wishes on two fallen stars.
i wish held intangible to me.
as my hands are tied behind me.
...by myself.