09.17.11 / 5:05 pm

i'm good.
i just finished polishing my trophies
and brushing the dust from my success.
i think that i needed a reminder
of how i used the search for my perfection
to edge out the loneliness.

when i met you, i fought hard to keep that focus,
to work toward being better, shining brighter.
and the chase brought me far more pleasure
than each subsequent success.

and then, when i watched you walk out on me,
i was filled with a resolve to return wholly to those old ways,
to bend the world around me into shape,
to hammer at my body until i felt that it would break.

i'm good.
where i go, i go alone.