X Marks the Spot | Poems that Suck

The worst part
      is
        when I lie in bed
            at night,
        and I have to stop myself
            from thinking about
                  a (our) 
                    future.

I catch myself, 
     then
      cross my wrists
 over my chest, 
    like a corpse,
       to
         protect
             my
               heart.