I’m scared of heights and he’s high.


So for him

I wore the stupid heels.


And for him

I drank the bitter coffee.


With blisters and sore feet

I went home.


High from the caffeine

I spun in circles

And could not fall asleep.


Later I realized

There was no need for me to try so hard.


He bends.


He looks down.


And instead of keeping me awake

He prays that I never lose my dreams.


Published on: May 6, 2011

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