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Al May 2016
i wish i could stop being so afraid that you'd leave me—
that you'd stop steeping those [i love you]'s
or that you'd look me in the eye and tell me to die.
but more than that, i'm afraid we'll dissolve into water,
that you'll no longer love me as you do,
that this will finally be the last straw
and i'll be left alone again to drown
underneath the cloying silence.
because i've never felt so alone
as when i finally realized
i've never loved anyone else as dearly as you.
man, i'm glad he doesn't read my poems (lol).
Alivia Anderson Sep 2018
eating away at my chest
deeper and more intense
I can't breathe
I can't see
someone please stop this anxiety,
choking on my own spit
sitting in my own tears
words won't come out of my mouth
stop this , god please.
Rose Alley Jul 2013
My heart is a massive immaculate fallacy
if I may attempt to say so myself with a queer face
My heart is a subtle severe explosion
if I don't ride that lightening I will crash as it's thunder
My heart is a make believe fairytale friend
if I don't make it to the ending where do I begin?
My heart is a heavy slave ship anchor
if I don't row my boat then I will never find my dreams
My heart is a hostile emotional terrorist
if I don't express myself my chest will rip

My heart is synonymysterious
My heart is honesterical

My heart plays anxie-tee-ball
with future failing children
My heart knocks on the door of the nervous fear
My heart loves
or lack thereof

My heart is a bag of loose screws
someone drive these
My heart is the face in the firelight
someone ignite me
My heart tells me I'm young
drink up
arttarasafa Mar 27
I see this population inside of me
Every nerves carry the anxiety deep inside of me
My heart is near of the core, standing right there for me
And theres combined anxiety with remorses
Did I disappoint myself or didn't I

It's about a paper or two where if you find it all of you
Changed with the backseats that back inside of me
And leftover all of me
One pencil erase the other leftovers at the dot
And I changed the leftovers in me
to keep me fresh or keep someone fresh

I would and could've done the best and got over it
Maybe I wont left any K's behind me or they will caught me
I will be on the council or they will dictatorship on me
End of the moment guiltiness guiltly harm on me
I will get the pleasure from them as I gave all of them
But they will know me as a feed or seed maybe bleed then the sneeze

I came to the home and brush my brain and got K's all around me with bruises
But no one asks do you really care about the features
And one time I will show them the creatures
But I am just a moment just a laughable bug
The hate is pressure under the loving-self loveables
Getting caught while cheating

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