Wasted Yesterday

Supposed to be my life's blood,
My obsession, distraction, and predisposition.
Supposed to be my goal, my purpose, my joy,
the end of the perfect movie.

It's not the end; it's the crisis,
The achilles heel, the Don't open that door! train wreck
That everyone but you can see coming.

How to open your mouth
How to utter the devastating truth
When the words can never be crammed back in.

It'll never happen to me.
They always say that.
I always did.