remember last
year when i
sprained my ankle
in the parking lot?
*(you came along
for the limping ride
swore you were
my ride or die)*
and i had forgotten
how autumnal and
the slight haze of
anxiety over the
top of my head
until i bent my leg
wrong again today
felt that old twinge
*(i mean it's completely
healed it just hurts a
tiny bit if i bend it wrong
or someone sits on it)*
of doubt and
apprehension
stalking me through
winter and into summer
of the future
and if i will
have to face
it alone
*(a cloying
crippling
catastrophic
fear of that
someday nobody
will love me)*
but it's all in my
head i know
*(that someday when
i push the people i
need away they just
won't ever come back)*
but then again
you said you
were my ride or die
and that means
that i can't lose
you unless i
sabotage my
own game
twist my
own sprain.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
remember last
year when i
sprained my ankle
in the parking lot?
*(you came along
for the limping ride
swore you were
my ride or die)*
and i had forgotten
how autumnal and
the slight haze of
anxiety over the
top of my head
until i bent my leg
wrong again today
felt that old twinge
*(i mean it's completely
healed it just hurts a
tiny bit if i bend it wrong
or someone sits on it)*
of doubt and
apprehension
stalking me through
winter and into summer
of the future
and if i will
have to face
it alone
*(a cloying
crippling
catastrophic
fear of that
someday nobody
will love me)*
but it's all in my
head i know
*(that someday when
i push the people i
need away they just
won't ever come back)*
but then again
you said you
were my ride or die
and that means
that i can't lose
you unless i
sabotage my
own game
twist my
own sprain.
Copyright 9/25/16 by B. E. McComb