If you know me at all, you know I am a lot to handle, even for myself.
I feel very deeply and I do not know if that’s a flaw or a favor given by subconscious
That sometimes anxiety swallows me whole and I can not find the words to speak
But I can write very clearly

And if he knew me at all
The hole he punched in the wall would’ve been a kiss on the forehead instead
A soft “I understand, just take your time”
That tells me that things just weren’t right