“Heart vs Gut”
By Ashley O’Hare
I was too worried about my dress
to notice your lines of stress.
I didn’t want to look a mess.
I didn’t want to be your damsel in distress.
Enough about me.
Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?
I could have been your shoulder when you were down.
Was your biggest problem having me around?
Unclench your fists-
you know you won’t miss.
Open your mouth-
do you want me to stay with you now?
Release my shoulder-
I can see your brown eyes getting colder.
The best for you
or the best for me-
they no longer align so simply.
My heard does not want to leave,
but my gut is screaming to flee.