i am a wash
of one extreme for the other
prettymuchcancelledout
i am aware of the edges that i measure myself against
a girl taking up too much space
too much time
not getting it right
my hands and my heart move to gentle music
bent in hopeful directions that are
simply and perpetually given to fumbling
f*****g everything up
a fistful of something unintentional
how do i handle myself
i want to run home
lay on the floor
crawl in her bed and sleep on flannel sheets
til everything is okay again
let me just stopbestill
comb everything back into place
where we can all just pretend to practice understanding
and i will forget to leave footprints in the snow