anxiety crawling around my skin
head full of empty thoughts
nails in torn and scarred skin

talking to my therapist
fourty-five minutes of talking
feeling self conscious

tired of going to working
tired of going to therapy

tired of messing up
tired of falling down

tired of waking up
tired of existing

brown eyes are my favorite
they are spiraling and layered
years of depth and emotion

he has brown eyes
they are full of life
and a purpose

when he stares at me with those eyes
i feel so loved by him
and i feel touched by him

i want to be enveloped by him
held forever
safe.

i love your eyes marcus.

our meeting was designed by fate

randomly matched but already together

twenty-two and eighteen

the perfect duo

19 and still
hating myself
over the actions
of other people

feeling stupid
for failing
the person
i love the most

you asked me to be mean
but i couldn't do it

you asked me to be upset
but i could only be disappointed

you asked me to do this
and i'm trying to help you

but i still find a way to **** up
and feel so wrong about it

i'm just being mean
but i'm trying to help

i tend to overthink everything

like why do we talk differently then before, yet feel the same?
or can i ever become bothersome enough that some
***** can swoop in and take you away?
eventually i'll grow out of all of this

you're the best thing to have happened to me and i expect
open arms when we meet up
unless you'll decide on a kiss

<3

9 hours distance
11 months relationship
2 people in love

everyday i find something new
to love about you