I have always wondered
If I died,
if you would have attended my funeral
But I never imagined I'd be going to yours

She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.

I loathe the possibilities. I loathe the known and unknown circumstances. I loathe the reasons. I loathe the conclusions. I loathe the recurring scenarios. I loathe the bottomless hell pits. I have yet to learn to loathe the consequences. I loathe you, Anxiety, and I loathe your comrades.

this world is a ****** up world
a messed up spidery web
you make me feel like i'm split in half
i never even wished for you
but i still can't lose you

you're the atlantic ocean dried out
you're silent fireworks in summer
you're a cat that barks songs in C sharp
you're time ticking backwards
you're cells merging instead of dividing
you're a book written in punctuation

you're something i don't understand

and honestly
   that's what
       frightens
           me the
              most.