Falling

I can not just stand by,
for every minute another part of me begins to die.

I'd rather go up in flames and fry,
because I'm tired of hearing my soul cry.

tangling thoughts,
mind constantly caught.

at first when i should have fought,
i let go,
let you go with out a thought.

finding peace while breaking to pieces,
is a job seemingly ceaseless.

And though there are others to fill your void,
I am scared to move on,
and continue to try and play coy.

One Fox has been round,
since we first started to share ground.

And until recently emotions have had to be bound,
Thus bringing forth the new problems found.

There are many who would mock,
the thought I keep in stock.

But pain is my gift,
A tool I've learn to wield with a most skillful thrift.

Though I'd rather break my soul and let it wash a drift,
to become clean and sift,
smooth out over the grit.

maybe even forget,
but I will never regret.

Empires rise,
Dynasties fall.

and every day I still long for your call,
but I need to move on.

if i should fall in to your heart again,
it will be settled then.