friend
a few times we bickered
something in her expression
I thought was amused
contempt
maybe in those moments
we were something more exciting
and less manageable
but I don't do excitement well
as you well know
my adrenaline was rushing
my body forward across the rocks
climbing higher diving deeper
than I should
now my muscles are frayed linen
and my imagination falters
the frustration of crying
when I don't know why
but I do know it's easy
to obsess over someone
who could fall for anyone but you
and I've always been a frog
who thrives in pessimistic waters
