falling out

i stand before a mirror and see a monster. "don't leave me waiting for the love i need. oh lord, it's wearing on me." hair shorter than ever and still out of control. what kind of striped, unironed long-sleeve dress shirt do i need to wear? i wear jeans, but don't we all? fine, fine. i'll pull out the khakis, or the dark gray slacks. what in the world to do with these tennis shoes? bought for running, were they? how many times have you used them for that? exactly once. i see...

well, we can come back to that. maybe, mr. man on the side, if you upgraded your ride. or cleaned all that junk out of it. dust off the dash, the displays. sweep out the dirt and rocks and leaf crumbs. change that air freshener, already.

more importantly, though, let's have a look at that heart. whoah! "you give me something that makes me scared, alright." what happened here? this will never do. i mean, seriously, where do you expect to go with that? cracked, exploded, stupid, growing and shrinking without a moments notice. "but i'm good at being uncomfortable so i can't stop changing all the time."

look here, you're better than this. vows or no vows, what kind of words could they have been to move you like this? so you distinctly remember that there are things that you wouldn't like about me? what does that mean, anyway. put on a new shirt, and follow me. we've got some steps to retrace. "i miss that stupid ache." and you haven't eaten all day.