life before you was like a snail on the run
everything moved slowly and out of a straight line
I looked at straight lines
as if they were so very essential

if something wasn’t was going right
it wasn’t going in a straight line
and if something wasn’t going in a straight line
it would mean disaster
and disaster meant
that a life would be turned around

but then you came around
you were the miracle that pulled me out
of the dreadful ocean that I considered
nightmares and phobias

nightmares and phobias
were the things that kept me up at night
they were the people who
stared at me in public
who shouted at me
who left me all alone
without anyone else
not a shoulder to cry on
not a single word could be heard for miles

the loneliness that my nightmares and phobias left me in
stuck to me like gum stuck to a pair of converse
they dragged me down more until I couldn’t grab
onto anything
or anyone