Fucking Up
Not enough time
no organization
can fit more minutes
in a day
and pushing harder
only breaks me down
chipping away
sacrificing
pieces of self
to a greater good
am I even the same man
you once understood?
every day you hurt
just a little more
and the fight
becomes a struggle
to not walk out the door
because what am I doing
but hurting us again
compounding your pain
with mine
over and over again
I’m failing on repeat
never enough
and as tears fall I wonder…
Should I rip the bandaid off?
Should I rip out my heart?
Would he be better off?
Twisting the Leaf 