Eff Ladders

Love is blinding. When the heart is fully put into something, it sucks the life out the rest of the body. My eyes are fixated and my arms can't find the strength to wrench my heart loose from its paralyzed state.

I like where I am. I just wish I could focus more on it. I can feel myself getting sucked into the same old traps and I don't fight back out of some false sense of moral obligation. But it gives me a sense of pride in some inexplicable way, I suppose.

This creeped in through my neck, transmitted by the same tools that were used to burrow into my ears. One attack on the head, one straight to the heart. I miss the ignorance.

I miss.

And I missed.

"You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, 'this is my downfall'"