Blåmärkshårt

I'm holding on too tight, I know I am, creating knots where I wished there was need, creating obligation where I dreamed of joy. I was always either/or, could never sit still on the balance beam. I think it both scared and drew you in, I think I feared going out in search of that peace in case it lost your interest completely.

I dig my heels into the little nook of Brooklyn, but my hands are reaching for the Big Sky. 

I wrap my arms around your body at night, 

but my legs are already

running.