I

drop

hints and eloquence.

I

drop

bad habits, old friends,

all the make pretends.

I

drop

my heart anxiously,

my stomach constantly, in knots.

I drop what I forgot.

I

drop

masks and too hard tasks.

I

drop

to my knees, praying, begging please.

I drop what is heavy, what I don’t need.

I

drop

conditions and expectations,

pretenses and messes.

I

drop

tears that linger

at the cusp of my chin.

I drop fights I cannot win.

I

drop shows and stories before their

endings so I can go on pretending.

I

drop

words of comfort, love notes and hope.

I drop it for you. For the you that will maybe, someday, pick it all up and offer it back to me, an understanding, of all I have lost and all that I still am.