again
10:41 PMi already miss summer, and its been a day since fall got here.
(this is not what i do. its the wrong kind of place
to be thinking of you.)
i don't remember what its like to feel on top
of things. i'm under
a pile. a mess. a future
i clearly can't handle or motivate myself to manage.
what determines the potential of my day?
my nieveity will keep me warm--
i don't believe in winter. it can't snow on me.
i'm not who i was and won't be who i thought,
where the past meets an unprotected heart
and the future can't reach beyond my guards.
you, and everything that means
could never weaken these knees
again. and again
i want to fall into something dark
to deceive myself into feeling
what i won't.
i should be stronger than wishing
for the worst,
and this is still what i do to feel
worth more.
again and again.
we say the just right
to get the just want
and i will believe you every time without
protest. i know as well as you do
our truth is relative.
and we relate
wait,
to fall into the places we've been standing
around
to be in.
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love these lines "what determines the potential of my day?" and "my nieveity will keep me warm--
ReplyDeletei don't believe in winter. it can't snow on me."