Once and for all

unfinished business sets my teeth on edgemakes me dysfunctional like you wouldn't believe.makes me numb even dead.the confrontations the anger the anger the speedthese are the stuff of my dreamswhen conversation flows to and froand I want to hide but have nowhere to gothat's when I am most alive.these loose ends need definite trimmingchopping hacking killingthis bastard heart promiscuous in its willwill stay still evenif i have to hack it upi will.one conversation one letter one textone post one blog one note and all the restloose ends unfinished business and these matters unsaidwhen I am done with you
the past will truly be dead.