I woke up this morning to the pieces of my heart scattered all over my bed. I guess I had scattered them while tossing and turning in my sleep.
I woke up thinking it had all been a dream, surreal as it seems, confounded and woven into the fibers of my head.
But it wasn’t a dream now was it, last night was real.
As I search my mind for words that could capture the pain, capture the torture of having to deal with reality, I turn on my side and cover my head, hoping to go back to sleep.
Because I don’t want to face reality today. I’ve been running from her since the year started, and the year started on the wrong side of the bed.
And it doesn’t matter how far I run from her or how far I run from you, you both still manage to catch up to me, waking me with the truth.
That it’s over now, that morning has come, that it’s time to wake up now, time to move on.
An idea that is not dangerous is not worthy of being called an idea at all