Are we ok?
Absolutely!
Are we ok?
Yes.
Are we ok?
Sure. But if you ask me again...
And suddenly my tongue starts bleeding,
from biting so hard, from swallowing fire.
And I'm choking on the smoke from what I said, what I didn't say, what you said, what you meant, and how all of it comes down to
Trust.
"Please trust me. Please trust me. Please trust me." And the more you say it the more I hear
"If you trust me I will leave."
Because that's what love does.
It leaves.
Leaves you doubled over, leaves you open and broken with your guts on the floor, leaves you singing the same song from the living room carpet, leaves you in front of its house at five AM, leaves you sitting on that bench at school that you can't walk past anymore.
Love leaves you wondering, wondering, wondering
Leaves you racing thoughts wrapped in anxious habits, leaves you spilling the words from your mouth,
Are we ok?
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Briana Corkill
I climb rocks and write poems.
Future doctor, current student.
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