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Bec Jul 2014
This sickness sits like a hole
in my stomach
and I can feel it spread like wildfire
throughout my body.
From my shaking hands to the
vice around my lungs
preventing a steady breath,
it makes itself known and I can
focus on nothing else.
I cannot tell what has worn me down more;
the hand-over-the-mouth sobbing
so no one will hear,
or how every time I repeat "you will get through this",
I believe it less and less.

- R.H.
I honestly cannot count how many anxiety attacks I've ever had, but I am pretty sure that they're killing me.
Bec Jul 2014
I've read a lot of words about
people who make
flowers grow in the deepest
parts of others. But you,
you lit a fire in me and now
I am burning.
Instead of petals at my feet,
there are flames in my wake.
And every touch is another hot
coal upon my skin and
I have never seen more
beautiful scars.

- R.H.
Bec Jul 2014
I count kisses in time with your heartbeat
thump thump
and I wonder if you notice the
slight uptick in mine,
every time you lean forward.
Isn't it nice how the simplest things
can make you feel so...
alive?

-R.H.
Bec Jul 2014
My mother always used to tell me
that I could read anyone.
"Give them an hour with you", she'd laugh,
"and you'd just know."
Then I met you
and it seems that your book is
written a language that I just don't understand.
This illiteracy is driving me mad
and I know I would spend years just to
decipher one page.

- R. H.
Bec Jul 2014
Art
You sat with your canvas and
a rainbow of paint.
Though I was beside you, you were
alone
in that room.
I prayed you did not realize how strongly
I envied your brush; I could only
hope that one day
you would hold me like
that.

- R. H.
Bec Jul 2014
It's four in the afternoon
and
I have been drunk for two days.
I was hoping that
maybe
with blurred vision, I wouldn't have to
see your face in my
head.
Now, I cannot tell if this
nausea
is a side effect of the ***** or of
you.

- R. H.

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