Breaking Point

When you finally reach the point where your place inside that you stuff everything into just to make it through the day has breached it's breaking point,

And everything bubbles up to the surface because there's no other place to put it;

Things really suck when you take a moment to actually experience what you've been putting away.

More later.

I just can't right now.

Inevitably

So what if you think I talk too much?

I'd rather be a burning mess

of expressive chaotic passion

than a Pinterest perfect coward.

That,

and I'm doing my best to keep my cool when my entire being wants to

break the sound barrier to get to you

and kiss that face that won't leave my brain. 

But instead

I'll put another coat of paint on my door and wield my hammer

in the name of mindless busy work

to avoid the inevitable....

Thinking of you, that is.

                         

                      ~Cynicallovebird