Balloon Wounds

what did i do

too much

not enough

too little

too late

what could i do

it was funsies

it was keepsies

it was a game

of hurried,

flurried faces

of slipping masks

there were flames

in subtle traces

a multitude

of fiery tasks

what would i do

i saw but i didn’t

and now -

i cannot unsee

i apply imaginary salt

to thought balloon wounds

what should i do

i didn't get angry

i didn’t lose my cool

not even when

not even then

not even how

not even now

not enough

too soon

too much

too late

too slow

too bad…