The words I choose are always wrong. <br />Elucidations stuck where they don`t belong. <br />Too many reasons… they fall to the floor. <br />All I know is I can`t do this anymore. <br />I`m tearing you up, I rend and peel. <br />And you don`t really want to know how I feel. <br />I`m back and forth, within and without. <br />My conviction, as always soaked in doubt. <br />I know you don`t want to continue this way. <br />My proof is the empty words that you say. <br />Face-saving pledges fall short of the mark. <br />And land silent, an inch away from my heart. <br />An end has slithered a few passing years, <br />Bringing with it this vast drought of tears. <br />If we cut our losses and just walk away <br />We can avoid the terms we don`t want to say. <br />So here is me putting a halt to the malady <br />And finally regaining my grasp on reality.<br /><br />Brandi Guthrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grasp-4/
