fear to end things
it’s easier to detach, to runaway
you always had the plan
the impulse
when days got hard
but there is no end
no matter how much you try to blend into the crowd
the words will bleed as you run
you nod as your smile dances away
the buildup to a downfall on lover’s lane
through the rabbit hole
trap me, cage me
perforate my wounds
tuck your feelings without a fault
but it will remain
i’m your ghost of the diverted odyssey
check in and check out
the world will keep on spinning
there is no end
without a resolution to your heart
face the mirror
and conclude the argument with you
that’s when peace will appear
at last

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad