i make my bed. smooth out the sheets. fluff the pillows. get it nice, and clean.
and i plot out the book. all the way to the finishline. i follow the recipe. i mend the jeans. i get there on time…
i don’t text you to cancel last minute. don’t work through the night. i am calm, and collected… and i can do this, all right?
so i refresh the statistics. just one more time… wash down the white lie. i run, and i run, and i run for my life. but i do it all for you. so don’t say i didn’t try.
because i’ll carve out my ribcage. without being asked to. i’ll clean out the knife wound, and of course it hurts a little. but i did it for you.