how can such an ugly thing
look so pretty
as its written
anx-i-et-y

You are my drug, you're in my veins
I don't know how else to explain
That I may not know what to say
When I know your heart's tearing apart.
And all I can say is "It'll be okay."

And oh, if you were here, I'd say the same
But my body'd speak more than my brain
Put your head right here and hear the my heart
Beat slowly, sleep, forget the pain

My words have never been enough
They well may never ever be
I'll try and try to show you though
Until you're here right next to me

The evening's coming.

I stare at that green bubble.
Your words always came so easily. So quickly.
It was as though each letter chose the path of least resistance from your heart and your fingertips
And never had time to waste getting ******* in your brain

My thumb hasn't moved. Tell her. TELL HER. You're going to regret it.

Tell her about how you kiss her photo when her lips are miles away hoping she'll feel it if you close your eyes real hard.

Tell her about how you see girls in the public gardens and imagine how happy she must look in her sundress, surrounded by the flowers she raised from seeds, how proud. How she must shine

Tell her how badly you want to kiss away her tears, how you would never let another evil thing hurt her if only she was here.

Tell her it's going to be okay. Tell her