for days and now that i've scratched parting words
into all my exotic stones here my
heart tells me to look back.
it's forgotten something.
i don't like the way that feels
but i also have no zest left to fight it.
i made that bargain long ago so that
i'd stay sane in this little fraying head.
but there's always a reason to stay.
four days on i might have changed my mind
but some bridges i prefer to burn
before the crossing -- making my
own exit that much harder and then
i will ask myself why i do this
over and over and never really wait around
for the answer. i have more me's
to become; i pull the laces a bit
tighter and keep going, it's better
that i don't set them down in one place
for too long lest i forget
where i am and where i put them.
04.03.2012
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