My Favourite Game

I drink too much.
That is to say, if I've ever
gotten a hand on some.

I talk too much.
That is to know, since I've never
known what I wanted.

I trust too much.
That is to feel, I steady myself
on shaky rocks.

I touch too much.
That is to prick, bubbles shatter
around me all so easily.

I bleed too much.
That is to waste, most minutes I spend
waiting for common trains.

I fall too much.
That is to watch, I sit in smoky rooms
where you work through tinted glass.

I step just enough.
That is to stay, this beautiful agony
I find hard to define any other way.