Heart first, I followed you
Leaving reason far behind
Into foreign territory
I’m losing my mind

I don’t want to break again
But I can’t cut the cord
Every time I think I’m done
You keep coming back for more

This game never stops
In circles we spin
No matter how I try
We can never win

I’m trying to get through to you
Boy, I don’t know what else to do
One more fight, one more round
Over and over, we’re losing ground

I don’t know how much longer
I can keep up with your games
You claim to be so different
But it all sounds the same

My interest and patience
is wearing thin once more
I can’t help but feel
That we’ve been here before

It’s interesting how this space has slowly evolved into a home for prose and random ‘poetry’ if one can even call it that. It would seem that I think in cadence and rhythm.

I’ve made a decent amount of good choices lately, a few stupid ones, done what I had to in some cases, and ran with the leeway I was given in others. On one had, progress and milestones are at an all time high. But just as things feel like they’re coming together, it simulteniously feels like there is a seam being ripped apart; Scattering the contents about faster than I’m able to pick it back up. I reckon that cyclical feeling is how life is and will always be.

I know I can be quite complex and what I do makes little sense sometimes. There are those fleeting moments where I question my sanity and my grasp on reality. I’m not into the internal pep-talks or “positive vibe” shit that is so often associated with personal ramblings. Though at times I feel like the jaded side me of has a better grasp on my consciousness than the rest.

I hate when my heart skips that beat. A sudden rise of hope that gently floats back to the rest on the floor when I realise I’ve jumped one too many steps ahead of myself yet again. Soon, but not too soon. It’s an occupational hazard, and I’ve assumed the risk.

I am also 85% sure I’ve broken my toe…

I’m left less than impressed
with this game we’ve begun
spin me in circles, baby
but no prize to be won

elusive and vacant
I am hot on your trail
but I’m bored now, honey
lets stick to show and tell

I may be playing with fire
but I like the way this heat feels
I’m not really interested in excuses
Show me something real

Go on then, get in
You know how to begin
Make me work, make me sweat
Speak my body language

I’ve been cleaning out my closet
bracing to weather the storm
I can feel it coming in my bones
patiently waiting for it to take form

This is going to fall apart
This is going to hit real hard
This is going to fall apart
This is going to leave a mark

Don’t for one second think
I don’t get where you come from
I’ve traced these lines more times than you
and can see a job undone

This is going to fall apart
This is going to hit real hard
This is going to fall apart
This is going to leave a mark

And when you’ve left your past behind
You’ll look back one last time
Everything going up in flames as your kingdom burns to the ground

This is going to fall apart
This is going to hit real hard
This is going to fall apart
This is going to leave a mark

This is going to fall apart
This is going to hit real hard