There is danger
In not recognizing
The line-
Whether or not
It’s life and blood
Or death and happiness-
That bell
Always rings too soon
For me
And I’m left grasping
At the memory of you-
Fading into the gray-
The fog of that morning.
The chill
That’s forever
Embedded into this flesh
That I carry around
Like pockets I’ve forgotten.
An end like that-
There’s no recovering.
Not when you
Continually
Throw your heart
Onto the floor.
Forgotten by your throat
And every piece of logic
That you once had known.