Dangerous

Why is danger so appealing to me,

Like picking up pennies off of concrete,

I put shards of broken glass in my pockets

While visions of fear claw at my eye sockets

 

I flirt with risk and probability,

Make love to instability

I can’t tell if I’m trying to self-destruct

Or simply trying to reconstruct

 

The broken person I’ve been for so long

Before every bit of it is gone –

But isn’t that what I’ve always wanted?

To be able to say I am no longer haunted?

 

Maybe I’ll just keep playing this game

Of broken hearts and ill-found fame,

Keep sleeping on the doorsteps of strangers’ minds

Hoping that one day, the future will unwind

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