These shoulders of mine feel like they hold so much weight.
Born down and down by the emotional weight of others.
By my own thoughts.
Thoughts that plague my mind far into the night.
Despite being wide, they are not quite strong enough.
I laugh when I see your shoulders.
We make jokes together about how we must be offending people because *gasp* we are wearing tank tops.
Your shoulders that shake with laughter.
Your head that falls forward as you laugh.
Your eyes that close when you are exasperated. Or laughing.
You're eyebrows that scrunch together when you think "This is ridiculous".
Your you, that I wish could go with me.
