Tuesday, August 31, 2010

that haze

you make my heart heavy
with your low
why it matters
i just don't know

you can't feel the anxiety rushing
fleeting through my veins

you can't tell
you won't
you don't have to

between a raging fire and a bed of nails
between throw pillows and sugar coated pills

i'm all over the place.

i'm where i should be
and where i shouldn't

i do what i didn't have to
i didn't do what they do

i don't have to
but i do
why do i?


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