Lose Control

I creep down the stairs slowly—my hand shaking so much

The rattling can be heard through the entire home.

When I reach the door I place my left hand on the silver

Doorknob and sequentially breathe in. I open it so quietly

It feels like I’m trying to hide from somebody—everybody.

Now you’re standing in front of me wide-eyed with your lines rehearsed.

Draped in indigo you wait for me to speak first.

My words aren’t stammered as usual but fluent and sincere.

You listen to each, not really hearing any of them.

It’s obvious what you’re thinking—by this point I can read your mind.

Blood starts to run down my right index finger,

It’s from jamming my thumb into the side of my hand, a nervous habit.

The crimson glows underneath artificial light but luckily you don’t notice.

You pause momentarily when I’m done speaking,

Absorbing the last few words by repeating them silently to yourself.

Time stops, the world spins but you respond quickly enough.

I smile through your riposte blinking back tears,

Trying to keep my lips from quivering. I close the door behind me as I leave.

Still blinking away tears I make it halfway up the stairs

before I can’t hold back any longer.

       DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/