Everything That Makes Me Right

I can’t concentrate

On anything 

  Besides her

She’s all I ever wanted

    But now I feel as she might steal

Everything that makes me real . . .

    And replace it with everything that makes me right . . . 

    ‘The Writer’ clings on for dear life

 It’s okay, it’s no big deal . . .

   And ‘The Fighter’

     He tosses and turns in his grave

He’d riot if he knew that this is how I behave these days . . .

    I’ve been struck by an arrow or two

I’m lost at sea

    Flirting with the line between in love and insanity

  In her 

   I think 

    I’ll forget about 

Little old

    Me 

And that’s when I see a sentence carved into this wooden table I am sitting at. It reads,

“To be loved is to be changed.”

-CH 9/11/25