Letting Go

Thu, 06/05/2014 - 16:23 -- bbubbs


Enhale toxins. It numbs.

Cancer floating in your lungs. Your innocence

stripped from you. The red. It's all red.

Tense calves and tight shoulders. She couldn't

rub it out, even if I wish she could. It stopped.

It all did. Future paths of regret and failure...

Wishing I had said yes, or no, really. Looking

there. Saying that. The world of what-if's were

just around the corner, but I couldn't get there.

I was stuck. In the current. Her waves of goodbye

and I wasn't ready, so I looked away.

It happened regardless. She tried not to

but I made her. I crashed the course

and said fuck it all.

Life will happen either way.

The soars, the pains, it was worth it all.

It mattered once to someone then. It will be more again

with something new. A world a part, a path

of unknown. I circle back

to the start of it all. I crave more. It never ends.

The strings of death play it all. An orchestra

of existence. A patient of experience.


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