That’s it—
this anxiety,
this illusion,
this centrifuge in my chest.
It’s the uncertainty
of being accepted,
of being loved.
I am abandoning myself.
If I had the absolute certainty
of how whole I truly am,
you wouldn’t be
doing this to me.
Ah…
I gave you such power.
I shouldn’t have.
But you’re already here,
consuming me whole.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 6:56 PM UTC
That’s it—
this anxiety,
this illusion,
this centrifuge in my chest.
It’s the uncertainty
of being accepted,
of being loved.
I am abandoning myself.
If I had the absolute certainty
of how whole I truly am,
you wouldn’t be
doing this to me.
Ah…
I gave you such power.
I shouldn’t have.
But you’re already here,
consuming me whole.
