It’s been awhile
— since I last wrote like this
Unapologetic, unbothered
My thoughts have not withered
While I watch what you do next

There’s always a sense of anxiety
— of what he’ll do next
— of when he’ll call again
Will he text me again?

Yet, in the middle
— in the middle,
I am hopeful
Hopeful with caution

If I don’t give this healthy kind of love a chance,
what will that tell of me?

Chaos and calm
— both chaotic and calm

Yet, is it okay
— that this love is calmer than chaotic?

Until we get our ducks in a row
I will gladly get anxious because of you