giving up is easy to do

it's a curious feeling, being assured something is finite
when i am already painfully aware that everything is.
(it's all a matter of bowing out)
and as far as i can tell, you're as destructive as me.
i'm reckless with my body and occasionally, my heart.
the latter is dangerous, you know this.
we are precariously perched at the border of something magnificent.
however, we will only step back.
or only i will step back and i will leave you there.
because leaving is easy and distractions are everywhere.
a lovely boy with a crush and a love of my whimsical ways
awaits, somewhere, always.