knowing there is a chance/our hearts may have only just skinned their knees

Andrea Gibson: "The Madness Vase/The Nutritionist"

(Best part of the poem)

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin
don't try to put me back in.
Just say, "Here we are" together at the window
aching for it to all get better
but knowing there is a chance
our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming

let me say right now for the record,
I'm still gonna be here
asking this world to dance,
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.

You, you stay here with me, okay?

You stay here with me