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156 · Feb 2019
Anxiety In It’s Finest
Talia Reyes Feb 2019
Someone is stabbing my chest.
Anxiety in its finest, it never does rest.

All it does is just count my regrets.
I’m overwhelmed by the past, I just want to forget.

Please, just take me away.
Promise you’ll leave. Please, don’t promise you’ll stay.

You know it’s the truth, you know you’ll leave.
And it’s me who will suddenly stop to believe.

You can’t do this to me.
Having me dream of everything that we could be.

I’m falling apart, you’re my every need.
Weeds choking me out, and you planted the seed.

Please, save me from this.
Don’t allow me to live to know an everlasting bliss.

Instead of saving me, you’ll **** my heart and my soul.
Then cover me in dirt after I’ve fallen in your hole.

I’ve fell to your traps, you conniving crook.
I should’ve know that your smile was the greatest hook.

Drawing me closer to you, more then more,
Til suddenly it’s only you I’ll adore.

You’re a heart and soul thief.
Goodbye to my being, hello to the grief.

The grief of our lost existence,
But of course, I’ll still love you with persistence.

Who said love is fair?
To love, I don’t matter. No, love doesn’t care.

All you do to me is take,
And your love for me is fake.

It’s a disguise.
Now I’m stuck here staring at your eyes.

In admiration,
Or should I say, it’s devastation.

I’m devastated,
But as much as I want to, I can’t look at you with hatred.

I guess falling to my knees for you was merely my fate.
And I can’t try to escape, for I fear it’s much too late.
101 · Mar 2020
Just myself and The trees
Talia Reyes Mar 2020
I have no outlet
I have no place to run
No one to talk to
No one to hug

I feel so alone now
Just myself and the trees
And though they’re alive
They’ll say nothing to me

I feel like I’m filling
Up, up to my top
I feel like I’m full
But the filling won’t stop

I just want a friend
I can talk to with ease
I can say anything to
Anything that I please

But instead I’m alone
And I fill myself up
With words and feelings
I want to speak but cannot

Instead I have no one
Just myself and the trees
And though they’re alive
They say nothing for me

— The End —