something old

I want to run and jump like I always have.

Gone Girl is me.

“Lindsey you are EVER-CHANGING.”

I am.

I own it.

I could touch the ground, dig these fingers deep into this soil.

Roots penetrating the ground for miles and I could rip them out on a whim.

The freedom calls me.

I’m not in love with Jacob Grace. I am Jacob Grace.

It’s always been there.

I am my father’s daughter through and through.

The fear of commitment of any kind runs deep and dirty in these orphaned veins.

I am Her biggest fear.

I am a runner. And the shoes are on.

It’s an itching. No, burning behind my eyes.

I want to go. I want to jump.

But I won’t.

I won’t because of her.

I decided the day she pulled the car over and yelled at me.

“God dammit Linds, when will you get it through your brain. My love for you isn’t conditional.”

I will let that burn up my eyeballs before I ever rip up this root.

For her, I will stay.

And that will be the most daring thing I ever do.