The demon named anxiety
Came knocking yesterday
I opened the door unsuspectingly
It was intensely dark outside
Coiled around his merciless fingers was my delicate soul
Making my heart pound hard like war drums

Count to the tenth
Take a deep breath
Maybe I can breathe the demon to death

War drums still pulsing violently
I guess that did not work
With no escape in sight
The helpless sheep took over
Leaving me defenseless
Exposed, I resolved to the only thing I do well

I’m riding this out proud
I’m writing this aloud
I’m sleeping this sound

And that was when a ghost named insomnia came stirring

I mason jarred my heart today,
don’t drop it recklessly,
the jar will break,
so will my heart.

The string of my heart is tangled up
by the muffled mind of my own
for which I lost the cleverness to articulate

Leave me bruises and pain
If that's what it takes for a date
It would even be paid!
"Not gonna happen" I would not take
But wait wait I barely know your name
And that's why we need to up the game
Just want to know you're not wearing somebody else's shell
Just need to know your name, your real name
Oh girl, you backpack?
I think I just hit 21, blackjack!
Gluten intolerance I can tolerate  
Gluten makes you constipate anyway
This poem wants to say "Yo eyes so drowning blah blah blah"
But my heart wants to say "Words don't cut it nah nah nah"
Ahhh **** it. Cliche alert
Like egg yolks to grannies
Your eyes are candies
So I just threw up and swiped right
What do you say? Should we fly a kite and eat some Thai?

This struck a chord!
That just stabbed me like a sword!
“The earth laughs in flowers.”
How did you even come up with that?!

So much ingenuity
So much imagery
Your words derived from my muted emotion
So relatable, I could fall even without your love potion

Through your words
Petals cried
Lips lied
And kisses had eyes
With a pen, you breathed life into the dead; god in disguise

Sometimes, I wonder what you'd been through to spill like that
But all I could really do is keep on inking and not falling flat
Maybe someday my words could string your heart
Like yours to mine, then I would have done my part

Catch me naked and bare
A scabbed heart is what you’ll find
So much tear and wear
All that is left is a wall to be climbed

Fought in battles and wars
A tired soul gifted as prize of war
All that but still no remorse
For the tired soul no longer sore

No one to depend,
wished you were here to amend.