Perhaps

It isn't in this world
That I'll find my happiness.

I'm certain I'll find me somewhere.

I have to

stop chasing my heart

Before I lose my head.

I am

Breaking my own heart.

Just in case.

I will

Make you
From the earth
Around my feet.
Build you up
Until you touch
The big blue sky..
Then leave you
When you've finally outgrown me.

(It is such that,
The Artist
Is always outshone
And shadowed
By her craft.)

Uncertain

if I should trust this subtle terrain,
I tread into clean waters.
Clutching my murky indecisions close, I idly wonder
when the monsters will come.

Debt

found a way to consume me in my entirety.. I am far in over my pretty little head.

I'm not a very strong swimmer...

And you know;
It's always in those last few seconds--
head reeling,
chest burning
--that you regret holding ever your breath in the first place.

Sleeping pills

know sleeping dogs lie

never far enough away

glistening in the cold-sweat of guilt

I've watched you slowly winding down for years

it can't keep on like this

now's as bad a time as any