Let's Dance

Just a little closer. Too close to avoid misunderstandings. Mistakes and memories. Too close to create new ones. New moments. More mayhem. More quiet blanks and broken faces. Faces that cannot be exposed. Naked and vulnerable. Clearly readable. Clearly falling apart. Clearly, easily hidden. Easily tossed into the bin. The inappropriate bin of nothingness. Nothing that can be mentioned. Not anymore. Not with the degree of closeness. Too close to withhold a smile. A tiny content smile. One filled with amusement. The secret sign of relief. Just a little closer now. Close enough to slowly edge away from all that is you.

Overthinking

Evolution

The words still flutter. Making their way through the tangled mess. The twists and turns that make up my insides. Inside, in a state of panic. The words won't escape. Caught in the web that lies behind sealed lips. Not quite ready to be heard. Only. The path is already set. Leading straight to instant mortification. Humiliation and destruction. Though not enough to empty. To bend and spin in dizzying circles. The flutters made their mark. The words, now permanent.

Fixable

You're broken. Broken apart. Apart from everything you had. Had to give up. Up and left. Left her behind. Behind another shadowed figure. Figure it out. Out of your Control. Control your urges. Urges you to come closer. Closer to what scares me most. Most of the time you're scared too. Too much to tell me. Me who wants you safe. Safe from this fighting. Fighting for what you can't quite figure out. Out of this part. Part of me. Me who wants you safe. Safe at home. Home where you belong.

Forget December

I'm not sure how it came to this. To the point where walls and lists were tossed aside. Invisible checks no longer needed. Where everything just fit. Conveniently together. Now, all around is strange. Strange, new and unfamiliar. Left without a blindfold. A filter or a shell. What happened to the questions? Excessive thoughts and ponderings. What happened to the madness? Slowly making much more sense. Bubbled into the distance. Leaving only memories. Hiding behind their doors. I can't say I've forgotten. I still remember how to play. Taking place inside the mind. The rules. Broken and cheated. There's no need to return. I'll leave those games behind. Quite far from where I'll be.