you anxiety better than me leader? you ask i nod quietly your arms my tears my arms my fears opening up feet step out of time first dance of many your car how are you? a quiet “good” from the passenger seat. “you give me hope” i give you hope “you make life good” i make life good breakdowns & friendly forehead kisses ranting and food at your house smiling. laughing. breaking. standing up. bad decisions. anger. anxiety. my mom’s car not saying goodbye. one week. your face heart drops. two weeks. new york old times three weeks. distance your words? world stops. one month. “keep your head up” i keep my head up “keep holding on” i keep holding on. but i don’t do it for you my friend i do it for me
OKAY i'm posting this even tho i don't relate to it anymore. why is it that the second you stop feeling bad or solve a problem, when you look back, the solution seems so obvious? idk. this is a poem about a situation that isn't hurting me anymore. enjoy