Impulse

Do not fear the detritus along the borders of my soul

It is hard-earned, I do not wish to let it go

That it muddies all your photographs of me

Is the art of it, the worldly within the dream

She would smile, tell me I drink too much and

Think too much, and sink too much when

I fall in love, do not fear the death on screen

I'm still here, behind my scenes, performing for an audience

I can't see.

Do not hasten to ease the pain for me

They are bittersweet, whose tastes remind me to breathe

That it leaves you choking back tears and cross words

Is the part of bliss, that leads to rebirth

She would sigh, tell me I care too much and

Not enough, and all's fair when

Love meets lust, do not fear for broken trust

I'm still here, defining dreams for nights and queens

Of which there is only one

I wish to see.