thoughts spiraling
heart racing,
hands sweating,
legs shaking.
my mind — its own battlefield:
past trauma, present anxiety.
every word said,
a puzzle for me to solve.
i’m not in the future,
yet my mind is overloaded with predictions.
anxious thoughts,
beaten-up heart.
please, my love, don’t let me go.
my heart will crumble,
my mind will vilify me,
my hands will shake,
my legs will give out.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
thoughts spiraling
heart racing,
hands sweating,
legs shaking.
my mind — its own battlefield:
past trauma, present anxiety.
every word said,
a puzzle for me to solve.
i’m not in the future,
yet my mind is overloaded with predictions.
anxious thoughts,
beaten-up heart.
please, my love, don’t let me go.
my heart will crumble,
my mind will vilify me,
my hands will shake,
my legs will give out.
Written in the middle of an anxiety spiral. It’s messy, but so is the mind when it starts fighting itself.
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