Training Wheels

I spoke with training wheels,
Never quite sure of my words
And afraid to offend.
A year apart took its toll,
And I was afraid to fuck up,
To be perfectly honest.
I called you my best friend and more,
Though that was once upon a time,
And now you’re not “the worst fucker.”
I didn’t mean for it to be an insult.
Call it an accident.
Call it trying to be casual.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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