it's fine when you feel you help them <br />but when you must grit what remains of your teeth <br />and just do it for hours <br />leaving this unintentionally ambiguous <br />catching up with yourself over time <br />making about fifty percent sense <br />running out of storage space <br /> <br />this is why <br />when I cut myself in half with my choices <br />boarding the boat to rescue a puppy <br />applying a band-aid to my lobotomy <br /> <br />this is how <br />through no fault of my own <br />taking full responsibility for my unactions <br />giggling, I send you to lie with the cat <br />where you remain until dawn <br />vacant, wide-eyed, and motionless in the dark<br /><br />Tanec Rayl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dormant-chatter/
