Tracks and Trenches

My heart is a trainwreck.
The whistle blowing, screaming, conforming to the illusions of my imagination.
And I met you today & didn't really think much about our future.
I thought about my past.
About my tendency to fall into the canyons
of insecurity
and that sometimes
I forget how many band-aids cover up
the fleshy wounds
across my chest and under my skin.
I wonder if you can forgive
my skepticism.
And I'll call you in a couple of days.
Maybe.

And everytime I start to question my self worth, I peek under my shirt and catch a glance at my shoulder, and my heart fills with an undeniable warmth and I think of "Summertime."

Love ALWAYS,
yeo-dong-saeng!