Two Ways to Lose

Another thought on the floor

A knot from my stomach

Tangled like hair I twisted while sure

I don't need such self-destruction anymore

Cut it there

Just short enough so I can't get a grip

To pull out the remains of my happiness

Stop there

Just short of knowing too much

Still convinced that I have just enough

Author's Note

All feedback welcome. What do you think, is ignorance bliss?

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Ignorance is not bliss. But I like to numb myself with bliss so I can cope with the fact that I am ignorant to most things. Therefore, I will do more drugs than I usually do tonight.

Your poems are consistently pretty good to very good which is a great thing I think.

[schlanks]

I am so sorry, I didn't realize I never responded to this! Thank you very much, I'll happily take consistency!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like the hair/happiness metaphor and how you played on that throughout the poem.

j.

[schlanks]

Thank you for reading and for your feedback, j!

[willweb]

Sometimes it is easier if that issue is removed or made smaller by some act of (kindness) or otherwise but what is gained by that. Tackle it (head) on, stand up to the demons and in most cases they will whimper and run with their ponytail between their legs. At least that is how I read it. Nicely done.

[schlanks]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

[living lavender]

the inward struggle of thoughts.
the out ward struggle of hair.
{i liked this one a lot. an enticing emotional tug-of-war.}

[schlanks]

Tug-of-war! Very clever, thank you :)