who is she
what makes her better
define your perfection
and ill carve into it
id bend backwards inside out for you

who is *she

Anxiety is the colour red like the stinging remnants of my tears that have passed,

Anxiety tastes like black coffee at three am,

Anxiety smells like a drip of my nosebleed that just wont fade,

Anxiety sounds like the constant pounding in my pluse,

Anxiety feels like the lump in my throat from the starchy medication,

Anxiety is my hidden enemy.

Sorrow is the colour purple in the final moments of twilight,

Sorrow tastes like the chard embers of my last cigarette,

Sorrow tastes like the bitter remnants of my ex-lovers cologne,

Sorrow sounds like the crashing current of the ***** lake suffocating the fish,

Sorrow feels like the empty space between my fingers missing a hand once intertwined with mine,

Sorrow is helplessness.