i feel like life is like a merry-go-round, in a way.
you go around and around
until you feel sick, and even then,
you keep going.
i realized that
when i was with my friends
at dusk
at the park we all used to go to as kids
i laid on my back
and let the merry-go-round spin.
it felt like when you're so drunk
that you can feel the Earth spinning
on its axis.
merry-go-rounds are kind of scary.
i'm scared most of the time, i think.
but at least now, i'm not alone.
i realized that when i sobbed
in my boyfriend's arms
drunk and sad and scared
for no reason at all
or maybe all of the reasons at once
and even though i was so stupid,
words spilling out like a child
flying down a slide on a warm summer day
he held me
rubbed my back
kissed me even though i tasted like puke
and vodka
and he told me he loved me.
love is funny in that way.
and when that happened i cried more
because i had never felt so safe.
my best friend ordered food
even though he was just as wasted
and we all sat, playing games and laughing
have you ever felt so grateful
to be on a merry-go-round
that even if it's scary and the bolts rattle
like it may careen into the abyss at any moment
that you laugh anyway
because you've never felt more content to float away
as long as you have their company?
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