I, on the other hand, am invulnerable
I feel no pain
I am not overly sentimental
nor do I have any long-lasting relationships
I drink before it’s 5 in the evening
and I write trashy poetry sitting on my bed after midnight.
I, on the other hand, am worried
I am worried that I am too distant
too scared, too much of all bad habits
I keep cancelling plans I should have made a decade ago
I keep acting like I am a 14 years old
I feel afraid to ask someone to trust me
I am worried that I am going to die alone
I am worried that one day I am going to run out of things to write about
and that day, I will have to worry
about my poetic inadequacies.
I, on the other hand, will keep writing.