The room quickly fills up with the sound of my heart as it pounds
The walls vibrate and recreate the noise within the top of my ribcage
The notes of an all too familiar song resonate within my bones
The wheezing becomes my words

My fingers are constantly tapping, but I'm not sure what it is I'm waiting for
I'm always on the edge of my seat,
anticipating nothing
something.
everything.

I can feel my eyelids twitching
Flicking quickly against my eyeballs
Almost like they're playing some sort of game I must just be unfamiliar with

The way my thoughts come in reminds me of a second grade class being let out for recess
I always hope they'll line up nicely, and neatly
Politely
But instead, it's always quite a disaster
They're running, trampling all over each other
Screaming "Me first! Me first!"
"No, me! No, me!!"
There's no order
Just noise
And way too much movement

together is my favorite place to be

the more you love, the more you suffer

You are flowers.
You are the seven o'clock sun in the middle of winter.
You are the hand that holds a heart worth having.
And I owe so much to you.

You're not only the beginning,
But you're the remnants at the end of the day.
You are the warmest kind of person
And I marvel at you

Although there's a sadness that you cling to
I fight to keep it out
Because every part of you that hides
Is another part I want

So I've never been good at much
But you convince me of my worth
And the greatest part of that
Is knowing that I am nothing without you.