up late

i have been keeping things nice and tidy in here for quite some time

and then something like this comes my way

and i can't keep it together any more

and i'm falling apart at the speed of light

yes you fall apart in front of me

achilles isn't the only one

everything comes falling down around

burn it

burn it

burn it to the ground

let there be nothing left

let me melt with the cement that layed with me

for these centuries

making my bed with the dead

ones

i had grown happy with the dust

and the corners

and the rotting pages

melding my bones into the moldings

and at the speed of breath

you stood there

and all i could do was make calculations

of how much space I could put between us

before i completely lost it

and could no longer keep it together

you have no clue how hard it was to look away

to hold ground and

to let fate stop it's bottled letter and sail on

my god, all this for you. what am i thinking? what am i becoming? have i been relegated to some desperate late-night jostling with keyboards in hopes of pinning you down in between spaces and words?

what are you doing woman?

Let It Go.