Do you burn for me
Do you cry and do you pine
Do you dream of calling my name
Do you dream of me calling you mine

Do you dream of my kisses in the morning
Do you long for my warmth in the night
Do you know the pace of my heartbeat
Or the glint of my eyes in the light

Do you know my deepest fears and secrets
Do you know what I dream in the day
Do you know the workings of my brain
What was that I heard you just say?

Call me your baby girl
I’ll give it straight up
Take me home with you tonight
I only want your love.

clenched fists

eyes rolled back, tousled mane

face red from Master's slaps

gentle violence

*good girl.

Anxiety is preparing yourself to say "here" when the teacher does attendance.
Anxiety is shaking so bad you can barely keep food on a spoon.
Anxiety is being so quiet that even your mind stops for a second.
Anxiety is never texting first because you feel needy.
Anxiety is not being able to walk up to the teacher to hand in a paper.
Anxiety is always sitting in the back of the class so you don't feel eyes know you.
Anxiety is being afraid. All the time. Afraid to love, to smile,  or even to say hello.
Anxiety is only having a few friends because it's hard to talk to people you don't know.
Anxiety is wanting to talk to the cute boy who sits across from you, but you're afraid of him knowing the real you.
Anxiety is finally saying hello

20 times in your head