stand clear of the doors
because they are closing
the way my heart does:
quickly and without warning.
shutting out any and everybody
still out on the other side while
holding hostage every and anyone
still trapped inside of my chest.
I think it’d be best
if you made the decision.
knowing me, you would be
split by my indecision.
because my decisions are final.
until they’re not, in which case,
I don’t know what to tell you,
except for the fact that I’ve already told you
this is how I am.