with your crowning moments
and bits of glee and outrage,
your wittiness, your style.
you hold a thousand thousand
worlds within, countless open doors.
and there's the rub:
once i pop, i just can't stop,
and it's suddenly 2 am
and i can't keep doing this.
the morning after i feel like crap,
you know? like i've had a night out
on the town, only no liver damage.
and the rest of the day is spent
clawing my way back into
purposefulness and productivity.
(and i want to write, dammit!)
perhaps someday i'll have my own tropes page.
that would be nice.
but i won't get there if i keep reading everyone else's.