Thoughts rushing in and out of mind and soul.

How to tell?

I feel.

So much.

Jumbled

Shaken. Stirred

Torn and Torn.

Left.

Rotting.

I’m Fine.

 

Are You really Not Going to Respond to my Heart-Pouring, Soul-Filled Feelings I Share?

 

I’m Waiting for someone to catch me.

I’m falling.

No Stopping.

Head over Heels

Waiting.

Falling.

Catch me?

 

 

I’m good at pushing people away.

I’m good at running.

It’s what I do.

What I have become immune to.

What I’m good at.

 

 

 

If I said Good-Bye would you miss me?

Why though?

Before then

Before that moment

You never knew

Never once thought of me

I was a passing Stranger

Why now?

Why ever?

Just forget it

Forget me

Forget it All

Take care,

Be swallowed

into a waterfall of amnesia-stricken, pain-suffering, joy

Where I will be none other

then a figment from your past

In the future

A passing stranger

A generous nod

A knowing of an imagination and a simple thought of Why?

 

 

Break My Heart. So I can Move Onto Something New.