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i suppose i shouldn't be surprised that high highs

come with low lows

every mountain has a valley

and no man flies without saying hi to gravity

me and physics are getting physically closer

like how my tears are getting nearer to the bottom of my face

sitting here in the dark as i have countless times before

this time i see a metaphor

for my life to be, 

alone in a room

instead of the groom of a wife to be

but then i suppose this is called release

and catharsis is never free.

Limbo

how can i listen to the butterfly flutter of another's heart?
im apart
not a part
when im weighted down
by the sound of the pound of the beat of my aorta sorta
slows n then speeds up
knows what needs ta change
but my brain is scared
fight or flight
n i aint never been one to run
so i fight the feeling
the downhill pull of gravity
as fate get mad at me
n say im killin my odds
word to god
no lies the surprise is that i don't rise back up the incline
but im too shook of losin mine
crooked logic
shaky at the bottom
shoot it's ben fell through
but really i don't know what to do
cuz i feel myself losin you
n to be real
you kinda losin me
i seek to be free
but it would seem im too meek to be me