Letting Go

i was holding on so tightly

that flesh was breaking

i was breaking

i was always fucking breaking

down 

and 

out

like sliding into home base 

as the catcher waits with a smile

i grasped and gasped 

drowning in my imaginary ocean

of regrets and what-ifs and maybes

and why-the-hell-nots

until my hands were aching

and my heart was racing

aching to reach the finish line

and ignoring the the scenic route

you know ive never been good at this sort of thing

my biggest fear is losing

because maybe when you go

a part of me goes too

i am too small
to spare any parts.