mr. impossible -
when the day dragged
down to my feet, my
clumsy, heartbroken self
tripping over failure, i
can’t help but remember
how you altered the way i
walked until i could
finally stand on my own.
cups of milk spill over in the
creation process. in the
moments that i spend
wishing to be someone
else, my gulps get
louder, heavier, thicker and
waterlog me until it
rises back up and i
vomit all that isn’t
me.
i chew the
lump in my throat
and squish the
butterflies in my
stomach between
my fingers.
being around you does
nothing to make me
feel like someone
who is loved.
there were
gasping moments
when i couldn’t
draw in enough
time and i could
feel my future
slipping through the
cracks of my
fingertips.