I am the blue of a bruise.
I am the black of the bags under your eyes.

I am the tar in your lungs,
I am the acid in your throat,
I am the venom in your veins.

I am shivering out of fear
And insecurities.
I am shaking out of hatred,
And all the rage you possess.

I am making the music louder
Louder
Louder
Louder
Too loud.

I am curled in a corner,
With a blanket pulled over your head.

I am the poison you know
All too well.

I am the reason you say
You're probably going to hell.

I am disgust
I am rage
I am the reason
You don't make it
To the end of the day.

I am all your deep seeded
Insecurities
And I'm coming out to play.

Her red curly hair blew in the wind like calm waves in a storm
Her freckles reminded me of the countless nights we spent staring at constellations among the sky
Her icy blue eyes were the winter among the spring atmosphere
Her curved lips were candy apples at a fair.

She stared back at me with a slight smirk on her face, the same smirk she always carried on her face when she’d dance around in the rain or when she’d fall asleep on my chest when we were young.
Everything about her, just her.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer.

It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.

You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.