still looming in the middle distance, everything I never became
waits for me to turn around and tempt myself.
my heaviest emotions rise once again to drag me through the mud that I left on the carpet years ago.
shoved through the door into a future favorite memory, and the reason I should have stayed home alone both times or every time.
old muscles sputter back to life and I’m slapped by a reminder that everything that feels good can and will hurt twice as bad.
nothing and no one has ever proved me wrong.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
still looming in the middle distance, everything I never became
waits for me to turn around and tempt myself.
my heaviest emotions rise once again to drag me through the mud that I left on the carpet years ago.
shoved through the door into a future favorite memory, and the reason I should have stayed home alone both times or every time.
old muscles sputter back to life and I’m slapped by a reminder that everything that feels good can and will hurt twice as bad.
nothing and no one has ever proved me wrong.
