The Path Best Known

I'm fixin' to leave
at half past four,

I got 2 stops to make
once i head out the door.

My head is aching and my heart's in my hand.
Relationships are something i just don't understand.

If my past is any testament to this decree,
then I should tell suitors not to bother with me.

I'm damaged and broken, the prognosis is such,
that I'd run in an instant when pressure's too much.

Of course I have values, and dreams, and notions,
that just don't intersect when mixed with emotions.

Of course my heart's heavy whenever I fail.
The scars on my heart leave a discernible trail.

Nevertheless, it's the path I know best.
I'll just pick up my heart and stuff it back in my chest.

If there's anything certain I could say of myelf,
my heart is still beating in spite of itself.

Except I like to walk the safe-line with friendship and mirth,
and be certain my feet stay planted firmly on Earth...

...Not high in the clouds on some frivolous whisps,
intrinsic to love, with all of it's risks.

... This is just some creative writing I did today.. .

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