I awoke in the night and felt your back against mine Was this some sort of sign, some distance I couldn't explain? Or was this a self-perceived storm in the making constructed from nothing that was real? The darkness took comfort in those nights we spent back to back Ticking, ticking, ticking- Searching for an outlet, even forging one out of our lack of subconscious physical attachment, trying to create a wedge
The wedge served as an object that would separate my vulnerability from reality Creaking across my temples and finding solitude in the destruction of everything I held dear, you.
As time went on, naturally that wedge became an abyss and every night I fell hundreds of feet over and- over again- until my heart shrank into a thread. The feeling of uncontrollable anxious behaviors began to manifest in my chest There it remained- digging around to find its home, once more In my adolescent insecure tendencies