I don’t think about it anymore,
Or that’s what I tell you and
I’ll flash a trademark smirk out of
The corner of my handsome face to
Sink the hook in for my lies.

I’m harmless in love and life but
Don’t think you can walk away unchanged
I change everyone I touch and
Mostly for the better
Although the void that comes from
My absence
Can be life threatening
and possibly insatiable.

But isn’t that life?

A series of holes we try to fill with
Whatever fits in
Hoping something stood the bleeding or
At least slows it down enough for us to limp on.

Sometimes it works
At least temporarily,
And we hobble along like wounded soldiers
Or drunken idiots.

There’s no medic or stomach pump coming
And like mercury,
The pain and wounds never stop accumulating.

Some of us are tougher than others,
But what’s the harder,
More courageous choice?

Do we limp on and eventually be put down as old dogs
Or
Choose a time to bow out of the tragicomedy?