i haven’t spoken to you in two weeks.
i push people away
afraid they’ll cut my wings
and i’ll fall from the sky
onto razor blades.
you get grounded almost every week
for vaping or hopping back and forth
from friends’ houses.
at times, i hope to do rebellious things
with you.
ride in shopping carts, get held at gun point,
act rowdy in parking garages at two a.m.
most of the time though my mentality is
avoid, avoid, avoid
dodge, dodge, dodge
stop, stop, stop.