Toe Taps

If I sit alone...

Then I will.

But understand if that be the case then I choose to also stand alone.

Walk at my own pace.

Momentum in my own hips swing.

I will smile at strangers, and smize at familiar faces.

Learn to hate, forget to love.

Become a master of letting go.

If I have to sit alone, riddled with so many insecurities...

Insecurities I feel should show like bullet holes.

But don't.

Instead show through anxious habits.

Toe Taps,

Hand Shakes,

Heart Aches, Races, Screams.

Understand that if this is what I must do then I will do it best.

Be the best me I have ever seen.

Make being alone my choice, you'll feel it in my voice.

Unexpectedly warm. Like it was a predetermined course.

Understood solely by me.

I will not give you the expected.

I will not show malice and hate.

I will not grow cold or intoxicated with self righteous power.

I remain instead bold, human... me.

Riddled with insecurities.

Coping through my anxieties.

Tapping my Toes.

Letting my Heart Race.

Standing firm, tall in hope, short in spite.

For if I must sit alone then I will.

Riddled with my own insecurities.

Reflecting only my next victories.