will no doubt be
the death of me
i have explored the depths of my psyche:
fear of abandonment,
desperate need to find self in others,
tendency toward self-destruction
i have known the boundless pain of love:
frantic kisses beneath a barrage of tears, two languages,
a one-way ticket home,
three thousand miles from the real thing.
here i sit, untethered and alone,
fearing, above all things,
that you do not mean what you say.