Ten

"While they we’re sleeping, and I said,
“Keep me in check, friend.” And he tried.
But I couldn’t be.

And that small window closed, and I
Never really kept writing either, just
Stared downward at the page most times or
Thought about it real hard.
And there must be something missing in me
That she’s there and I’m still here because
That’s messed up.
But I don’t feel bad about it.

And somewhere you cut me out.
Fall in love to rinse your mouth,
But it doesn’t bother me at all.

I have tried hard to stay hopeful in the moments
They cut ropes to set you free.
I have always tried to point the finger elsewhere.
This time it points to me.

But it doesn’t bother me at all.

Each chance to lock arms, to lie long in locked eyes
And I failed to let go, to cut ties with my life.
But I’m torn, and reborn, see I died when you left.
But each word since that day was your name from my chest.

I am afraid.
But it doesn’t bother me at all."