Bad poetry about my prev blog

If you liked me, why didn’t you do anything about it?

Why am I waiting for the clock to strike 3:30 with a sense of dread

Why is it when we walk into my sanctuary, do I feel so uncomfortable

The uncomfortable continues as my skates dig into my ankles

And your skates clomp onto the roller rink floor like Death’s stead

Here we are, you trying diligently to stay up right

As I skate circles around you

Is this how it feels to you?

For you to trip chasing me as I effortlessly slide past you?

For me to seemingly not care about your efforts?

I start my circle and the trashy pop music starts to melt into my ears

The black light carpet follows my circle and I feel good

Until it is time to take your sweaty hand

And dance the macabre 

I so wish to circle again

To watch from a distance your baby deer walking-for-the-first-time excuse for roller skating

But I am locked to you, hand in hand

I so desperately wish to skate freely

To skate so fast I either fall down or burn a hole into the rink

To be able to blaze away this feeling of nervousness and stillness

To be able to do my own thing

To be able to not have a thing

With you

To be able to not be held still

To be able to just be friends

I believe that is what I am feeling