my ankle aches as any ankle would that has been twisted and hurt
i wish it would stop and let me live my life
let me write my essay and not cry over it
even though perhaps i would do that anyway
i think about how he walked behind me
and then in front of me
remembering how he was just then and there
because for the next four days that memory is all i have
and the pain in my foot that won't go away
i dream of him and wonder why he makes me feel so nice
the world is my oyster and the pearl, his name is...
this isn't a rhyming poem shhhh
give me a reason not to worry about my foot
give me a smile and a laugh
tell me everything gets better from here
and i'll believe you
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