Sharp Edges

Some days I wake up as the chalk outline of the man I was yesterday,

The kind of days where you get phone calls that the father that abandoned you is moving home,

And he thinks everything is okay between you two because you picked up the phone the last one of five times he's called,

Those were spread across 2 years,

The kind of day where every mistake you've ever made with women feels heavier than normal,

The kind of day where I notice,

The walls I used to keep in my head,

The ones that protected my heart from the thoughts up there I didn't like,

Have suddenly switch-a-roo'd their way to my heart,

They're holding in my fears in a place where I can feel them,

They make me want to run,

From myself,

The kind of day that makes you itch for the rain,

As if it were some kind of absolution,

So I start at a run,

Down the street,

Across the city,

And on into the unknown because it sounds nicer than being here,

Stuck in my head with walls around my heart,

What would you do?

Especially if you kept waking up with that same feeling,

That same empty echo that the chalk outline makes of the human being it's trying to replace.

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