Done
I spend my days measuringcupfulls of the blood that flows
through the tired chambers of my heart.
The weight changes every day
but it is a sense of balance
and peace that I always seek.
I can't stand still, let my muscles atrophy,
let my heart stop beating--just for you.
But I think I've finally found
the answers I need. They fluttered
right before my eyes, but you
are so big and heavy on my chest
that you blocked out all the sun's light.
You like your place here but
I think it's time I moved you out,
throw your belongings to the curb.
You can't keep me on this leash of lies.
I won't continue to feed your ego
and fill your empty heart.
I have my own life to live,
and I can no longer worry
about whether you'll share it with me--
because I know there is
someone else who will.
December 2006