My stomach is a series of knots
slowly suffocating my breath
so my brain can’t focus
and my mind starts racing.
Salt water fills my eyes
until it overflows and spills
out onto the skin that’s crawling
over the anxiety that I fear
may scare you away.
You are the fresh air
in the bland, stale world
to which my life became.
My heart isn’t ready to lose you
before it even has you.

This is me.
I'm not perfect.
Take it or leave it.