It's funny how your life
Can change
In the blink of an eye.
Or should I say
That exhausting two seconds
It takes you to stop staring
At something you didn't
Want to see.
Or the heavy twenty minutes
It takes you to pick up your heart
Off the ground
Before someone else stomps on it
And ends you unequivocally.
And how ironic is it.
That the same person
Who would make you feel whole
Could bruise your entire emotion
So bad, that even your body feels it.
What can I believe to be true?
That naivety's best friend
Is fear.
And someday
While standing on the street corner
That houses my swift decent
I will become the perfect oursider
With no breath --
And that's life.