(no subject)
I've got the worst case of denial
I'm not sick
I'm not sick
If we spend this lifetime figuring we'll never live
If we spend this lifetime like mathmeticians we'll never love
So what's the point?
We work
Work for years and years
Bind the rope tighter incase of a fallout
And then what?
Where do we go?
Theres too many feelings to decipher an answer
Too many roads
Too many circumstances
The confisence is what I want
Security that I will have you to lean on when I sway from side to side
Seeing the alternative isn't my responsibility
All I know is
I don't want to be alone when my strings are cut
I want your arms to drop into
I don't want my spine to break on the truth
My skull to shatter upon impact of head to heart
I'll be sore for days
I want your warmth
humourously sensitive
to this fact that I will return revised
renewed
reborn
someday
Where am I going?
This train is moving far to fast
and I don't have enough time to contemplate
comprehend
and act
I don't taste the light of day
I recognize the negative and shade my eyes
When will I go?
I just want to leave
I can't break this off
even if it saves you the trouble
and saves me
myself
I can't end this and live this close to you
I can't deal with this.