Maybe, if I smile enough times, one will be real.
When I forget, you always find a way to remind me that you are there. At the back of my mind.
Even at my happiest moments. You stand in the corner like a predator, a creep, in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.
You are in everything I do.
You are even in my laugh. At the deepest part. Like an anchor weighing it down. Like a question waiting for an answer as it falls through thin air.
I tell a joke. I laugh. They laugh. For a moment I have forgotten you are there.
Sometimes the moments are few and far between. Sometimes.
Sometimes you aren't alone. You bring a friend. The two of you go hand in hand like peanut butter and jam, and when one arrives the other is sure to follow.
I do not like your friend.
They make my hands shake. They grasp my throat and make it hard to speak. They fill the air with heavy salt and poke me with pins and needles. They distort the faces of the people I see and make me afraid to take that step outside in the morning.
Sometimes I lock the two of you in a closet. I dont know how, or even where I find the key. And I know you wont stay in there forever. But sometimes I wake up and my house smells like home-cooking and my kitchen is filled with food I can finally cook, no sandwiches tonight.
But I can hear your whispers. I can feel the wood of the door you are gnawing on. You will get out again. But today I managed to turn my kitchen back into a kitchen and tonight I will eat ice cream.
YOU ARE READING
Really bad poetry, if you can call it that.
RandomJust something I wrote with bad punctuation, and multiple other errors masquerading themselves as a poem. At least I think its a poem. Who knows.
