anywhere but here

Kiss and coddle me while I stay
lost in this cause and effect.
Trapped with the wounded.
Bandaged but counterfeit.
My brazen heart thumping,
echoing in my ears
telling me to stop.go.stay.still.
As I fight the fear that I’ll atrophy,
watch while my muscles deteriorate
making me weak and wasted.
And you offer yourself as a crutch,
knowing my legs work just fine
but wanting me corruptible, easy,
willing to limp to you.