Corrosive thought matter eating away at what I thought mattered. My heart on my sleeve, torn and tattered. An emotional warrior sent to battle that here after.
Anxiety is dripping off my tongue, spilling hope with a heavy heart and faded lungs as though my love for you had just begun. Standing in the sun, holding hands with your light. Fingertips wrapped my knuckles tight, a sleepy pinky promise tucking me in at night.
To see the things I never dreamed and dream of things I never knew. It's always you.