Can a kitchen knife
cut through the heart?
If I jumped off my roof
would I die?
Is there a bridge nearby
where my body can be found
tomorrow
dashed upon the rocks?
Could I drive the wrong way
on the freeway?
Would my truck be too tough
would I just be paralyzed?
Could I allow my body
to fall down the stairs
without putting my hands out
to catch me?
And would I hit my head
hard enough
to not wake up?
What pills could I take
to end this suffering?
Why am I so downcast?
My soul is condemned
by the one I love.
She wails endlessly
hysterically
and it's all my fault.
The sound of her cry
sends needles through
my heart.
What's inside me
causes her trepidation.
And yet the same
emotions are present
within her:
overwhelming, heart-longing
enormous hope.
Such huge expectation
that denial of these desires
is equivalent to utter despair.
How can such emotions
be present in both of us
and yet conflict
in such paradox?
Guilt tells me
she would be better
without me.
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