slam dance
emotion.
this is running,
point blank : drop everything, go.
is this feeling?
or is it fleeting?
i never learned the difference.
just how to calmly live in fear.
it’s so oxymoronic.
everything is these days.
pain.
it’s like a slow dance,
with yourself and all you’ve done wrong.
embracing the passion behind it all
i wish i could explain it
but it’s just like a great rocksong
but i can’t find the chords
drowning.
it’s some new mission
stop the struggle, float to the top.
one day you’ll get there.
blue like ice.
one day you’ll find yourself
you just won’t like what you see.
giggles.
you can hear them in the distances
of who you used to be,
that girl you never listen to
the one you hate to see.
just a faint memory now
you never hafta be like that again.