3/12/14 in Poems with punchlines

  • March 12, 2014, 10:21 p.m.
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I am still looking outward for satisfaction. Still waiting for a perfect outside force to come in and save me, free me, contain me simultaneously. I am feeling the pull of motion more strongly than ever, when I'm not running on high, I crash to sleep.

When I asses from the outside, I have everything. A job I love and excel at, a beautiful apartment, a fun and supportive family, some fantastic female friends. I am in excellent health and shape, with thick hair and fair skin, and straight teeth.

But I live in constant fear that I am not doing it right.

That Joe isn't good enough, so I meet Gordie. Then Gordie bails on me so I cling to Erin. Check my phone every two minutes.

Can't relax because it scares me.


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