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It's like I'm on the dark side of the moon when you're not around. It's dark and cold Except then my imagination kicks in and there's pools of lava everywhere and it looks like they're from Minecraft See, You keep me centered. You are the light of my life But sometimes I'm afraid to talk to you because generally, light sources are hot and I'm afraid of being burned I love you with complete comittment and I haven't done that before See, I can't quite figure out how I ever lived without you in the first place Actually, I can, I took in oxygen and performed cellular respiration. See, I've been living on the dark side of the moon, Where my imagination constisted of nightmares, My daydreams were math and science And I've never really felt anything other than terror and cold and dark I love you because you showed me what light was, You pulled me across the line I didn't know was there And you showed me how to breathe again Like showing a little girl a rose or a hummingbird for the first time Now, I'm still afraid I'm going to ***** something up, And fall back into the dark Because you are the first person that has not given up on me- I've never left the shadows I always wait patiently next to the line for you to come back before I cross it, Like my dog waits for me to get home by the door. I think of all of those people who left without me, one way or another Then I think back to you and all the days you were there when I woke up I love you because it is the hardest thing that I can't figure out how to stop doing I love you because I'm not afraid of the sound of your footsteps Or your voice, calling my name I love you because you are familiar to me And I'm not quite as scared anymore
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
rosey-b
Love Poem From The Perspective of Someone With Anxiety
It's like I'm on the dark side of the moon when you're not around. It's dark and cold Except then my imagination kicks in and there's pools of lava everywhere and it looks like they're from Minecraft See, You keep me centered. You are the light of my life But sometimes I'm afraid to talk to you because generally, light sources are hot and I'm afraid of being burned I love you with complete comittment and I haven't done that before See, I can't quite figure out how I ever lived without you in the first place Actually, I can, I took in oxygen and performed cellular respiration. See, I've been living on the dark side of the moon, Where my imagination constisted of nightmares, My daydreams were math and science And I've never really felt anything other than terror and cold and dark I love you because you showed me what light was, You pulled me across the line I didn't know was there And you showed me how to breathe again Like showing a little girl a rose or a hummingbird for the first time Now, I'm still afraid I'm going to ***** something up, And fall back into the dark Because you are the first person that has not given up on me- I've never left the shadows I always wait patiently next to the line for you to come back before I cross it, Like my dog waits for me to get home by the door. I think of all of those people who left without me, one way or another Then I think back to you and all the days you were there when I woke up I love you because it is the hardest thing that I can't figure out how to stop doing I love you because I'm not afraid of the sound of your footsteps Or your voice, calling my name I love you because you are familiar to me And I'm not quite as scared anymore
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she had enough paint in her blood to paint the world however she wanted blood-red trees olive green streams dogs in royal blue she found freedom to be suffocating and the suffocation was constisted of the variety of choices and the lack of instructions "How does one choose when she also makes the choices?"
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
syrentist
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she had enough paint in her blood to paint the world however she wanted blood-red trees olive green streams dogs in royal blue she found freedom to be suffocating and the suffocation was constisted of the variety of choices and the lack of instructions "How does one choose when she also makes the choices?"
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