My edges are tearing at the seams
My senses are shell-shocked & that pressure is past the point of boiling, rising steam has begun billowing scalding hot clouds out of every cell of my humanoid form.
This is how I lose control of my own constructive chaos
This is how far I could go, how quickly I could stop.
I could not stop.
I never wanted too, you see, as finally I had found something to live for.
Something that could never tell me it does not love me any longer, could never say that they had left a note, their set of keys & my heart on the kitchen bench.
This is what it looks like when you’re playing for keeps.
© AleCat 2013