Can't seem to sleep Suppose I'll cry instead feel my stomach knot forhead wrinkle Lips curl
Pick a thought, so many to choose from like a flea market of damaged goods laid out on display for perusal Any one will do, always more if the choice just won't work
Feel the burn and swell First tear on my cheek so many more to follow Letting them out as I pick through the crowd at the table who will get the best of the bunch? What options do I have?
Cry softly until there's nothing left Or until the descent into sorrowful slumber whichever comes first
...etching my old fears; into new awareness...|1:05 a.m.|
it's not worth it not worth the tears, frustration, and sadness a person is whole alone a heart beats by its own accord
it's not worth the drop after so much hope the crashes, the falls always so hard on the soul
the mind plays games the heart pays the admission there is nothing to gain only regret at having gone down the path again
to have never yearned for another's heart is to have never cried because of denial is to have never burned because of withdrawal
can't imagine anything is worth all this the rise and falls the cries, the tears unsure of ones own perceptions and judgements the battering after another realization that you aren't enough
just isn't worth all this
...etching my old fears; into new awareness...|1:00 a.m.|
