Smother me in sanity
I never thought I had,
reach the line I didn't dare to cross
I can stumble,
loathe this halfway
and still love it like my own,
stand on the ledge and keep myself from leaping
Leave my heart attacks at the door,
I can't afford them
when I need the nervous,
the beats that sprint when I'm pressed close to you
Sin
ought to be something
this exquisite,
something bitingly sweet when I open my mouth,
something heartwrenching
that makes my heels
pound on the pavement
when you're standing motionless-
I don't know how long I can do this
without falling or
pretending to fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem