Developed a habit
of curling up in a ball
as I release the unneeded.
Bare it all out, because I’m tired
of getting scared when I see your name.
I need to man up.
The style of mum is old, so I’ll
just let the oxygen play inside
as the tower crumbles and falls on me,
because maybe, I thought,
it’ll feel a little better than keeping
all of the thorns in.