We are all hurt people hurting other people
Until we tame the demons
That threaten to bite
How easy it is to forget that we are the villain in someone else’s story
While we simultaneously sweep up the broken pieces of our own heart
And think of ways to kill the pain.
We use a Samurai sword to remove a splinter.
perform a lobotomy instead of reaching for aspirin
Overthinking becomes as natural as breathing
We tackle it with the tenacity and dedication of an Olympic athlete
Crafting voodoo dolls in anger
Screaming profanities through tears
I feel romantically bipolar
Consistently having an out of body experience while
Walking a tightrope of sanity
Eyes closed in six inch heels
Trekking my way to meet someone
But sprinting over my still fresh footprints when they simply turn around and notice me.
-Astraea Chaumette Poetry