Unsteady

by Peyton Corinne

Not this tired, overly emotional—even hateful—skater that I’ve become.

I hate this version of myself—the desperate, fear-driven, and hateful girl who wants everyone and everything away from her because it’s too much.

If she rejects me again, I think I can take it. In fact, I worry more that, if she lets me, the dark thing that lives in me will just want to take and take and take from her. I worry I will be too much, and yet still not enough.

I selfishly want him, always, no matter that I’ll always be pulling him down or holding him back.