you say that you,
when something happens,
choose fight over flight.
yet. whenever I'm in trouble
or sad
or panicking
or numb
or angry
or bloodied
or bruised
you run, you freak out, you leave, you
vanish.
you fly away, raven.
so perching myself on this boney finger
of Death's
I, the crow, will caw
until you return
"to protect."

let me lay a kiss upon your temple

count your freckles, soft skin so simple

love is a feeling so mutual
with an ending so brutal
life's a game
were all the same
we have different names
yet were burning in flames
in the end
to death is where the angels send
so don't love
live
or feel

i wish i coped with my anxiety in other ways.