One Learns From Her Actions

Look at this mess of glass on the floor,
Shattered into pieces.
Trying to clean up what I did
Is like erasing memories forever.
I want to scream it,
I want to feel it,
I want to write it in the clouds.
But for now, I will just have to keep to myself.
Everything...
Hopefully just for a little while.
I really risked things,
I really did.
I must clean up this mess.
Like mopping up a spill,
or putting together a puzzle,
Some dilemmas are just too hard to get out of.
I hope I'm not in over my head,
Choking,
or even dying,
From my own words.
Poisoned by my own hand,
Stabbed with my own sharp tongue,
Because right now I can only sit here and think about it,
For what's done is done.