Chapters

As stories go,
there is usually pain
death or some drama,
created by let downs of some type
feeling jumpy,
needing to get out of somewhere to get going somewhere else
maybe it's like when you quit smoking,
after five minutes the itch subsides
evident to the unapparent misuse of someone's heart
he sits now bleeding quite freely
you see from both skinned knees
heavy hearted and waiting for it to start feeling better
maybe eventually his heart will not be used for her pin cushion
he has been told that the pains numbs a bit
with two parts denial,
one part whiskey
stirred slightly with a long look in the mirror.
As stories go,
there is usually pain
death or some drama,
created by let downs of some type
feeling the quiet,
its surrounding her and burrowing through ear canals
maybe its like going deaf,
after a while the white noise just fades
like a lullaby to drift you away to a healthier state of mind
she is quiet for the first time
her own voice in hibernation to herself
she is feeling sadness harder than usual but
she has been told things are usually for the best
she is growing her thin skin out to callused a bit
to live without that empty self induced guilty feeling
as stories go