When I start a sentence With “I feel” You retreat so fast That I wonder How many casualties you had in our last battle. I’m unaware of your defenses Alert, ready to counter the attack I didn’t know I started. “Lonely” is the word At the end of my sentence But that’s not the word you heard. You were too busy collecting ammunition To hear the feeling, The important part. Ready – Set – Blame – Fire! I drop the desperate white flag, Wondering why I got shot.
Sometimes you feel on top of the world, and sometimes you feel like your heart just fell out of your chest.