First of all some people believe anxiety doesn’t exist
It exists
I have it
I feel it
I experience it
I live with it
It’s a creepy date, we meet at the same time and I want it go away
It’s a bully messaging me seeing how I’m doing after they bullied me
It starts at the throat and works it way down to the pit of my stomach
I want to cry but I can’t because anxiety doesn’t make u cry, it makes a person sick
Physically sick
Mentally sick
The worst part of it all is that people just watch the uncomfortableness unfold in front of them
Anxiety
A Jacket
A safeness
To surround me
To rid uncomfortableness
As I do believe
I wear it always
No matter the weather
To protect me on my ways
My one tether
To the outside
To the unknown
Rather be inside
Back to the known
But I cannot
And comfortable I am not
Written on January 13, 2020
Love is a like a long weekend
Sleeps in and phone muted
No one else is important but themselves
Window shopping on a Saturday
Drinking wine during an evening meal
Her eyes
And those eyes dark as a piece of coal
And as I work and Bees come
Sunlight turns them into honey
Eyes that see my different point of view
And they look at me with undeserved love
Those lips
And those lips that words of love come
Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly
And love to be dressed in colors
That wait for me with kindness
Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness
But Life Weakend
And so the pressure mounts as does Himself
Weakend by gravity the sags come
Their bodies get weak but their love survives
But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love
But the weak inherit the world in the end
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