Encounters

Sorries won't cut it this time
not sure what can be said
that won't make me do cannonballs
to the ends of the earth
Forgive and forget does not exist
we crash, we wound, we scar and
we hope that no part of us dies.
I'd rather have amnesia than
relive the anxiety, the lies, and
the aneurisms that blow fuses
through my brain and trickle
numbness through my limbs.
I won't believe what you say
I'm sure you'll confuse what my love is
Natural instincts say don't let you do this
Encounters that mimic
reverse imageries of utopias
....and still this bubble won't pop.

Enraged, I scream.
Listless, I stare.
In perpetual disarray, I wander.
Just to find that it won't change a thing.

-M.Peña