Tuesday, October 12, 2010

and the boxing gloves return

i don't even know what to say

its like the wind getting knocked out of me
my heart dropping to my knees
bruised on my chest from my chin hittin it so many times
trying to remember the truth in all your lines
some truth in all the lies

there is something unsmart about all this madness
i know there were words exchanged about having no regrets
and i won't
because it was a pact
but its some hard empty pockets of time fighting the urge
the question of, why did we have to go that far
it was stupid to start
so stupid
and then end so abruptly
i know i'm not crazy
i wasn't the only one there
or maybe i was
indeed, perhaps i was

either way, what i do know is
that i'm the only one still here

its ok
what was that mantra i had?
that's right
i'm tough
bring it

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