Edgy. On edge.
Shouldn’t let things worm inside of me, but I do.
Shouldn’t think so much, but I do.
An eternal poison. A ball and chain I’m stuck to.
As wide as the sky, my thoughts fly and falter, sink and struggle.
I’m happy but I seethe. I’m grateful but I yearn. I’m here but I’m there.
What does it mean, really?
A reflection of a reality I refuse to see, or an expose of my flawed character?
What’s wrong, what’s wrong what’s wrong?
Elusive, it slips from my fingers, every time.
Oh heart oh heart, won’t you settle down?
dancingredheels: A writer, not a speaker. 