The overthinker’s curse,
a pendulum swing
between great and horrible.
Every day,
I pick apart the wreckage,
weighing the pros and cons,
a desperate ledger of my own making.
My heart, a stained-glass window
"they" had smashed,
and he, the one who meticulously
fitted every shard back into place.
Saved me.
Only to smash it again himself.
Now,
the anxious clock ticks
backward in my veins.
I unravel my own existence,
a desperate need for control
I know I'll never own again.
