a decaying stone wall,

once carefully compacted

with twists and turns

up a hill and through trees.


muscles and bones

tensed into a fist.

cracked and contracted.

panicked to a breaking point.


i’m scared that

you don’t like me.

i’m afraid that

you’re going to leave me.


halfhearted promises

made in between frantic thoughts

of should I or should I not?

trust with hairline cracks.


you cannot convince me

for i am a wall,

crafted with a dependency

that could be wrecked with a single shove.