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.