Good Me Bad Me

by Ali Land

We won’t be disturbed. I’m disturbed enough already, they think.

“Any idea what you’d like to draw?” Yes. But I don’t think people would approve.

I read it again, unsure if the content or the fact it’s written without punctuation offends me more.

I understand what she means, the need to get away sometimes. Often.

I’ve felt it too. The hunger of loneliness around the people, or person, you’re supposed to be protected by.

More disturbing than hurt is love when it’s wrong.

to be able to believe and prove the curious shape you twisted my heart into could be untwisted.