Questioning my sanity.
More than a drop in the bucket,
something leapt from my fingers
to drown out what peace was left in this life
I’m deconstructing.
I could’ve just said
“I don’t love you,
I don’t want you,”
but that wasn’t the truth.
I don’t know what truths there are.
I’d rather blame another,
find solace in an idea
I’m either inventing or destroying.
The thing is,
it’s Friday the 13th,
and I’ve torn down ideas
and help build walls.
I was very happy there,
and it didn’t feel like an abstract notion.
It didn’t feel theoretical.
I’ve broken many hearts today,
one being my own,
for having hurt something
I love so.
