my heart stuttering
sitting across from you now
my hands are shaking

the clock is ticking
so ominous and looming
minutes pass so slow

in the waiting room
picking at lips in terror
my heart pattering

scared to make a sound
quite as death and just as still
then the door opens

May I ask you a question?
If I may boldly say
Why are you so scared to do anything today?
For we both know there must be something, you want to do
But yet you’re so pitiful, I could easily scare you by saying boo
Are you keeping your feeling from someone, or are you stressed
I guess both of them can be a big pain in the ***
Don’t sweat it, and don’t freak out
Take the night off and go into town
For today is done, and tomorrow, well that hasn’t even begun
So relax and have a good time
Because one day you won’t see it as a crime

Maybe today
Will be the time
Half-past noon
Quarter at a time
Take it slow
Focus on the world
Not yourself
So your feelings
Don't go

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the light is too bright
can you dim the dimmer?
boygenius is on the stereo
a bluetooth speaker
via spotify premium — student account
my brain feels like a butterfly house
humid and stuffy and filled with insects
we moved on from tinder
to talking over text
you are so cute
the butterflies move
to my gut, heart's a flutter
my foot in my mouth

My youth is laden with
Unanswered prayers
Cold and nervous love
Colourless days

Half of the time
I try to rhyme
But I lost the lines
I lost all that's fine

My youth is laden with
Heaviness at heart
Loneliness at soul
Anxiety at being

I'm tired of being
What am I fearing?

Like lemonade, my insides are melting.
Sweet and sour, love made on demand.
Wasn’t long ‘til I started sweating.
You had me in the palm of your hand.

It hits like a bullet.
Caught off guard,
Triggered by the circumstance,
Fuelled with the negative thought,
Your mind starts to race and all sense is blur.

It hits like a tsunami.
One second you could breathe,
The next your nostrils and mouth is forced shut,
Your insides are burning,
You’re crashing against sorrows
And there’s oh so much desperation
For the need to simply
Breathe.

When the feeling is this intense
You won’t know what hit you.