Misery of My own Making

Once again I've done this to myself

and one can't help but wonder why

this patter of behavior is

un-BREAK-a-ble

And no matter how hard I try

Maybe I will never be enough

My tears flow

as streams and rivers often do

yet they never reach a final destination

They spill

d

o

w

n

onto the floor

and never become absorbed

just finding alternate places to contain themselves

until finally my heart can take no more

and it

STOPS

I imagine a world

Where there is no us

And what we have become is nothing more

than former lovers

and you stand and ask me

if things will be weird now

since we had

one

thing

go

wrong

Thoughts

r u n n i n g

r a c i n g

Never stoping to pause

and give me an opportunity

to digest and accept me for who I am

But you do.