Chasing My Catharsis

My cup is spilling dark red on innocent people,

It is overflowing as I beg for a breather.

But my legs keep spinning in these perfect circles,

Erasing my breath, erasing my purpose.

Love, I have lost my balance for half a year,

And when I bawl, I hope they overhear.

“Oh, she is chasing her catharsis, let it be,”

They say, then put sedatives in my tea.

Yet, they are not wrong, I have been looking.

My mind is dead, it is growing a new king.

He burned my kingdom with his father’s matches,

But fire, honey, it sparks, and it catches.

So, watch as I break right into his plots,

Make him someone he swore he was not.

I am chasing my catharsis, just let it be,

Just kneel in front of my grand treachery.

-Jackie