Too Often Too MuchMature

I wonder
a little too much
how long
you’ll be able
to listen
to what
scares me most
at three am
when I repeat myself
like a broken record
how long
you’ll be able
to watch me
spread out
on the floor
staring
at the ceiling
how long
you can listen
to the things I never say
when I’m sober
how long
you can see me
never
getting out of bed
how long
you can stand
how to be okay
I need to soar
how long
you can deal
with every down
every
stuck to the floor
every
can’t get out of bed
every
too low
to look you
in the eye
and tell you
what surges
through me
how long
you can watch me
stare out the window
and not tell you
why
I want
to stop
existing
I wonder
a little too much
about when
you’ll leave me
on the cracked pavement
underneath
the same moon
you swore
you’d hold me
through everything
under.
how long
you can stand
me.

The End

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