[Poem] Fruit Punch

2007-11-28 @ 10:28 p.m.

there's a sour taste in my mouth
running my tongue over my teeth, i glance back into the mirror
someone i don't recognize stares back

dark purple on white
i'm fading away

the future seemed so brilliant, i wonder where it went
the urge to move on is dragging me forward
but anchors hold me down

how can i ever breathe again?
the past holds too much sway.

look at me now,
tied in one place,
my head spinning.

you make me so angry sometimes.
perhaps it's irrational,
an irritation that comes without warning,
like the itch when a hair is stuck between your shirt and your back,
and then you just have to stretch and bend and reach for it.

i don't even know if i want this.
it's like trying to walk through sand.