We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

There
   are worries
           on my mind

                                 While I lie
                                           in my sheets

                                                     Mapping out
                                            my
                            eyelids

And
             dreaming
                                          of
                                                              sleep

I arch my shoulders to my cheeks
And press my weight upon my feet
Agress my chest unto my knees
This shape I take; anxiety

She is sprawled; a vast expanse
Her eyes are islands in the dark
Her breath pulls in and the seas abide
She takes a look through your eyes

"I am alive"

To be alive
Is to be adrift.

To fight the sea
Is to know futility.

To hide one's self; not an idea so mind-boggling.
Though detailed, the mask belies the heart's sand-boxing,
"Immune to all toxins projected in offense".
It's nonsense, but needed for all that it off-sets.

It's hard to find strength in a world that won't want it
And, yet, harder still to sincerely be honest.
Self-critical composure of mine, as promised,
Lives effortlessly on; though hidden, undaunted.

Please excuse me for choosing words plainly unclear;
I am both a survivor and victim of fear.

how loudly
that clock ticks
when all you want
is ******* sleep

Im always thinking about you
I'm always worrying if you're safe
Are you okay?
Are you happy or sad?
Are you eating enough?
Are you sleeping enough?
Are you thinking the same about me?
I worry about your answers so much I get sick, literally.
But if I mention this, I would only make you sad