And it’s a spring almost summer day
And I’m sat in my room with an oversized hoodie and fluffy winter socks
Because it’s been raining all day and now it’s cold
Probably because of the heatwave we had last week
(I learnt something about it in geography once, before I met you)
And despite this I am still wearing the skimpiest pair of bright blue summer pyjama shorts
Because they’re comfy and I can get away with wearing them twice before they need washing
And I’m sat here
Birds quarrelling loudly in the hedge across the street
The sound of yet more construction vehicles
Somewhere near by- I don’t know quite where but I can hear them through my open window-
And a timer is going off for the oven
And I’m sat here, legs bent awkwardly as always
And I’m worrying about you again.
And I know that you don’t like it when I worry about you
And I know that you tell me not to
But I’m worrying about you again, as always
I can’t help it, I swear, I’ve tried
I just care too much
But it’s in my nature, see?
I know I act big and strong and bold like but worrying is in my nature.
It’s been in my nature since I was six years old and sat crying on the benches
Since I was eight and made a ton of worry fills out of pipe cleaners because our teacher who’s wife is from South central American taught us about the worry dolls from Guatemala
In my nature since I was ten and a girl told me that my friends had been talking about me behind my back
Since I was twelve and realised that I didn’t actually have any friends.
And I wish I didn’t have to worry about you, honest, but I care about you and caring about people makes you worry, and lately
You’ve been acting off
You’ve
Been acting like
Another
Stranger
- Worrying, another poem by me
