sprint down the halls,
don't look back -
i can feel you.
you're always here.
god, i love you.
slam the combo,
work, work, work.
come on,
why won't you open?
complications.
always complicated.
you're always here.
right there,
behind me-
you wait, watching me stumble,
knowing that i'll crumble the second you try to help.
not until i'm ready.
so you wait.
you're always here.
the knocking of my bones,
chattering teeth,
breathe, breathe, breathe.
shake. shake. you're shaking -
that's me?
god, i love you.
guide me down the hall,
let's go.
you're always here.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015