I always wait till the last minute
Too blurt out how I feel
Wait till it’s too late
And I have, in my mind,
Irrevocably ruined everything.
Have built things so far
That they are ready to collapse
Into a heap of mess
That can’t be untangled.
For complicated creatures
We take simple things for granted
Weave thoughts of our own I
Till they have a life of their own
And we are caught up in it.
In problems we have made .
Even now when I know I am to blame
I refer to our collective
As if my faults are the faults of all I know.
Because the solidarity in mistakes
Is just as lonely
As the product of the situation
Which I have created
By not opening my mouth in the first place .
And now opening it all over the place
Spewing once sensical thoughts