Too much

by Mild insomnia   May 18, 2005


The stars are falling.

They were all I dreamt of
Once upon a time.

Hanging high above
On an invisible line.
Like my old shirts and dresses,
Strung out to dry.
Like the lost love letters,
Tossed to the fire.

Gold bullets are riveting into my life,
Ricocheting around,
Bouncing off all the strife,
And it’s everywhere.

Seeping into the cracks of my very existence,
Bleeding and swirling in puddles and waves.

I can’t take it anymore,
And I’m screaming in my head,
Feel like I’ll explode,
The tears are streaming,
And blinding me.

Walking around in the dark,
Stumbling on the broken shards of my heart,
Tripping and falling.
Caught by the blades.

And then I crumble apart,
I tried so hard to keep it together.
I wrapped myself in this lie,
That I’d make it through the night.

So now here I am,
Naked on the floor,
Pouring with pain.
And shattered to the core.

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