Stick to whatever,
She told me.
Get it wrong, right
Or do not.
Flee to your scarier
Shelter,
One that is easy
To spot.
Drink wines
From glasses
Of doubt,
Worship your
Local canons.
Stretch them
Within and without,
Stan the unpardoned
Of lords.

Having it all
Given to you,
Acting completely
Exposed,
Trophies in pain
Excruciate you:
None of them **** you,
Suppose.

Your instincts are blind
But not hesitant.
I feel it walking away.
As you come
Each step has a stance
Of a period.
After you. I shall start
A new day.

Never thought of you
Thinking of
                         how
                         much
                         of
                         you
Thought of myself.

So, I walk away
Cause
           my
                 reason
                               of
                                   moving
                      ­                              is
                                     yours
                               to
                    come
          what
may.