Have you ever lived with guilt
like a lung?
I tucked and rolled out of
a runaway train
of jealousy
and mistrust.
Overnight, becoming
everything I ever
earned myself.
Found my stride again
(finally)
in an uphill sprint;
Snapping every tendon,
Baby this is how I do things
Never too old to change, but
why would I subject you
to me?
Learned to swim
choking
and drowning
in a dead salt sea
of cliche tears
and archetypal heartache.
Opened my mouth to myself.
Sometimes it's better to lose who you used to be;
The first person to forgive is yourself.
