sometimes I forget you’re a real person

that you’re out there somewhere breathing all the same air

evading my lungs

your asphyxiating hands having robbed.

but yet have such a hard time casting aside, can’t let go of the past

two feet that stand on the still solid ground beneath

the very same one that crumbled under me

when I spent nine long hours traipsing up & down

the LAX grounds no sanity to be found

nor distraction tactics

just a pen

and some paper

a once long creme sweatshirt

beaten & battered patterned by stains

from sleeping on the bathroom stall floor

rank & rancid

still fresh from the night before

forlorn & famished yet pressing on once more

timidly tearing away from the trauma henceforth

this image of you traipsing along

the tightrope of life

after you pushed me off

someone may think it to bitter my taste,

cause anger to rush,

red blush my face

frustration & rage swelling up

to crash down hardened weight.

yet to be so wrong,

see to me you are merely

the ill-fitting cake I wanted a piece of

and just a small taste,

but instead come to find the plate

smashed in my face.

no, I think of you

a real human being

living & breathing, feeling & dreaming

crying & screaming

made to fall silent from all the reeling

and I almost feel sorry

for just how relieving it is

to finally feel nothing.