My Anchor

You rest your head on my shoulder, you hold me when I read.

I feel myself crumble, I stop being able to breathe.

How long does this hug need to last?

It's treacherous territory, what you are doing.

I will blame you for the laughter, because you distracted me.

My mind needs to go back to the pain.

I'm going to blame you because you didn't respond the way I wanted,

The way you nodded at my Midnight Anxiety didn't convince me

you were on my side.

I will blame you for your hobbies, because how can the world go on?

The lack of punctuation in your last text didn't sit well with me.

And I know that something else doesn't sit well with me;

And yet I can't help by being annoyed at you.

Your insisting caresses, your suffocating hugs, can't you see I have run out of love to give?

You rest your head on my shoulder once again, no matter how hard I will make it for you.

Another boulder I'll have to carry, or perhaps an anchor that will keep me from going adrift.