i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

this i accept.

but i don't see myself ready and hence,

i will escape by making a cut.

a cut into linear time that balloons itself into a space

where i can rest from all this heart.

too much heart.

to do the right thing always is a tiring thing to do,

and honestly, i wish i didn't have feelings for you.

these days are consumed by thoughts

and there are none left for me.

but this needs to be about me.

losing myself steadily over time means

that someday i'll be lost.

what do i want to say?

heaviness hangs like a curtain.

to give and give,

and realize that i've given too much.

i'm taking the fire escape now,

i must.