12/12/14
Losing control,
I don’t like this feeling.
What is happening to me?
Why am I telling all my secrets?
Why am I so confused?
Frantically back-peddling,
I keep saying these impulsive words.
What do I care?
Why am I suddenly this vulnerable mess?
Why am I so lost?
Trust is a burden I bear with a weak heart.
I don’t know what has changed, but the control within me is shattered.
Pieces of it drain out like a sputtering car leaking oil, as it drags its back wheels.
Losing control,
I don’t like this feeling.
What is he thinking?
Why am I clinging so hard?
Why am so stuck inside my head?
Scolding myself,
I slam my phone down, shaking my head.
What the fuck?
Why can’t I get a grip?
Where is my control?
It’s gone…I’m gone…