you know you're goin to get hurt.
brace yourself, grrrl.
you'r building yourself a huge pile of volatile hope.
knowing all along
yet you do it anyway
cuz without that naive 'hope'
you'v got nothin to strive for.
I rather spend my time strivin, fueled by passion
[as fabricated as it may be]
passion is blood
blood is life
life is breath
breath is the fuel for all of the above
breathe into me,
let me suck you in
engulf you
with my own air and water
wrap you n surround u
til that drop of ink emerges
finally
if ever
from
your
beautiful
eyes.

I'm puttin on my helmit and pads.
fuck it.
I know how to fall
gettin back up is customary
ritualistic
its my wounds that make me whole
go ahead and hurt me slon.
at least I'll know I still feel.