Laughing and laughing and stealing my breath afterwards-
Making the tips of my corners turn upwards
Though I'm trying to hold it in, my stomach is rolling.
Boiling and Toiling, Tumbling and Soiling!
Laughter is overpowering.
My anxiety laughs, too. How could it not?
Especially when you fall down a staircase
running away from me
after stealing my heart
breaking it
and burning it.
How could I not laugh? It was so funny,
Watching you laugh as if you'd won.
Well...








The staircase disagrees. And so does my stomach; It's cramping with the workout these laughs give me.