Nicole Johnson

Back pressed against the cold, hard concrete
Troubled eyes facing the sky.
I wish I could take it back, because deep down I want to cry.
I am my own worst enemy
Sometimes I don’t have to try at all because this demon creeps in my ear,
Whispering things only god can hear.
Tempt me.
Wound me.
Try your best to bruise me.
I ache each morning when I open my eyes to the sound of my own heart beating within my chest.
A failed attempt, maybe a third, and then success.
Arms wrapped around me, intertwined like vines
I’d be lying if I said I was fine.
Back and forth I rock, finally, at last I rest.