broken bone set crooked

so there it is all over again

the biting reminder of what never happened

it flashes so bright the electrical spark that numbs my head

and- sonofabitch- it came from the source.

romantic optimism, that nasty evil bitch,

makes me reconsider over and over if it meant something.

i dissuade myself and reconsider over and more

of course not, but what if?

the same circle that started this up again

i'm thinking about things that i shouldn't

i'm considering things that i shouldn't

will i ever know; would the shouldn'ts even lead me to know anyway?

i doubt it, but there it goes all over again-

what if it would?

these paths that brushed close have split

that ink has dried, that broken bone set crooked

never as strong as it used to be.

dilution.