What I Do
I dance on the line
between
patience and self-destruction
wild
and
ferocious
swaying myself
back and forth
back and
forth
selling my heart off for patience
and tearing my soul out for self-destruction.
I tightrope
drunk
on reality,
playing with the fire of my emotions
and yours.
I move s l o w l y for my dream
of impossibility
to stay in
check.
I go to sleep calm and
accepting
and wake up
angry and cursing
tossing
and
turning away from the sunlight
ripping through my curtains
even though God says
to
never
sleep angry.
I
just
want
to
sleep.
I dance on the line between
you or Me
dipping towards
you
as
Me pulls me
back
trying to win me over
maybe
just
this
one
time.
I tightrope knowing that I will
break
this string
and f a l l
and
splat
on the ground,
because I am
plump
and
chubby
with negative
space.
I go to sleep dreaming on a net.
dancing
around and between
the lines
never
touching
never
tainting
you
even as we tighten those strings
closer
and closer
together.
For I am the negative space,
and you are the
subject
You
and
I
make up
the art
but
our worlds never
touch.
Yours is simply surrounded by
everything
that I can give.
Blind.
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