THE AFTERMATH OF ME by Hastywords
Would you stick around to understand
All the strangeness that makes me tick
Stay and feel the course my blood takes
When passion marks my staccato breath
Changing the whine in my voice
To a distinct and lingering purrrrrr
Would you use me up and throw me away
Or would you remain focused and secure
Ready to endure the aftermath…
6 thoughts on “THE AFTERMATH OF ME”
Hang on, um
One of the best and succinctly-put statement about self and adventure.
Been there, done that with my Narcissist. I hung in there through the craziness – she used me up and threw me out, at high price to my life.
Nice! You are so creative, Hasty! 🙂
I haven’t left yet.