On days like today
I really don't know
just who I am
what am I trying to
achieve in life?
running around in
long, looping circles
the same problems
repeating itself
like a faulty clock radio
always in the space
of, oh, six months
something happens
that connects my heart
latches on, and won't let go
until I've drained every last
breath and blood
of life from it.
when it is your turn?
when is it my turn?
to have someone feel this way
about me.