Anxiety is your name, but do you know
you make everyone anxious to read your
wonderful words, that fall from your mouth
down to your hands, and on to paper?

Your work is quite heart filling,
Some might even say a little Thrilling.

I can tell by the way you write,
That somebody along the lines of
major duchebag or just plain abuser
has tainted your beautiful smile,
because I'm sure it's not there as much as before.

I don't want you to have anxiety from fear of being hurt,
I want you to have that, heart warming, butterflies in your tummy
Anxiety

So the next few times I read, I really hope
it's ten times better then now.
Your words right now are to sweet to let die in sadness
Let them flow just from utter happiness.