I cry when asked for a favor from an ex-lover
I weep and then comply
The tears mean everything when they fall off my cheeks
Nothing once they’re dry but not forgotten
I put myself through it
Repeating history over and over and over again
Not learning from past mistakes
Refusing to let go of the hurt
Instead, turning it off until the pressure has built up
Bursting like a water main
Unexpected and uncontrolled furiosity
Even distancing myself from them fails
They’re always there, when I least expect them
Forcing blood into my cheeks
Freezing my lungs
While the pain in my heart
Rages more fierce than any furnace
What choice do I have but to end it all
Take the blade in my hands and let the blood flow
Like a river Nile
From the juggular to the wrist
Like strangers in the night,
Warm and consoleing,
Blanketing the body,
A velvet comforter
Is this you or me...
Life’s full of tough choices