i don't believe i'm jaded or
over-cynical in nature
but surely lessons shaped me to
the man i am today

i have landed safely
between comfortable and cautious
i've even thanked the skies for the
emotional reprieve

that being said, i've stumbled on
a startling discovery
and it seems to be the feint sound of
my heart inside of me

i apologize for the
inconvenient timing
it seems that neither of us can
afford to take a fall

you told me once it's easier
if my words were less romantic
i'm happy to accommodate
your twisted little ears

i am lost in thought about your
teeth marks on my shoulder ...
your stifled breath, your lower back,
damn, i wish that you were here

what am i to do with all this cat hair on my sweatshirt?
what am i to do with all this bluegrass in my ears?
how do i find hope when it no longer springs eternal?
how do i regroup and change gears?

how do i sleep soundly with no knife under my pillow?
how do i remember all those words to sam mcgee?
what am i supposed to find while reaching for your shoulder?
what am i supposed to do with me?