Overthunk.

feels like maybe…

inwardly,

he’s laughing at me –

at who I aim to be.

feels like maybe…

subconsciously,

while he sleeps peacefully,

he dreams that I’ll leave –

that I’ll save him the grief.

feels like maybe…

fridgitity,

still fits familiarly,

like an inevitablity –

that’s comfortable to me.

feels like maybe…

unsurprisingly,

I lack earth beneath my feet,

the creeping possibility –

that my feet won’t carry me.