egg shells

March 9, 2010, 5:37 PM
I don’t think I could take another empty moment and still manage to be productive…
This love is ruining my perspective.
I may be all I’ll ever be able to be, which doesn’t seem to be enough to get us through this s**t of needing and bleeding and freeing ourselves from these cluttered shelves we load and stack, this balancing act
Of juggling time and space,
My dirty face in your sterile room means that soon,
I will become the disease

Reviews

[David Keagan]

I couldn't agree more in the sense that if you don't change the disease, you'll become the disease. Very well written. it appeals to me when writers don't sugar coat things and in this poem you've let no holds bar. great write

[Revolutionary]

you seem unhappy with this relationship.this piece betrays strong disgust love it but it also makes me sad