Ever wonder what being in love feels like? That ever growing weight in your chest you can’t get rid of. The smiles you get when you think of them, bright and full of happiness. The feeling like when you’re around them, you can do anything. You can be your true self as long as they’re there alongside you.
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There are days where I dress it up.
Make it look all pretty.
Put it in a dress,
slap some makeup on it
and say
“Look at my anxiety!
Isn’t she beautiful?”
And there are some days where
I hate it.
Everything about it.
It’s yellow skin,
it’s…
I told my professor
I found him triggering.
Laying there in the dirt,
rope around his neck,
facial features perfectly preserved
in the bog they found him in,
making him look more alive
than dead.
She said of course he was triggering.
All humans fear death.
But that wasn’t necessarily
…
Love is a shapeshifter,
showing up when you least expect.
In the most randomest of places.
At the most inconvenient time.
Love is the person
who’s always late to the party,
leaving you waiting around for hours
as your food gets colder and colder.
Love is the sun on a…
Holding my hand,
his hand felt huge in mine
yet somehow still soft.
No sparks
or fireworks
or stomachs turning
or blood rushing.
Just a simple action.
A simple gesture
of affection.
No strings attached.
No boxes left unopen.
Nothing left to rot out overnight.
Just him and me and
…
A love so consuming
I’ve forgotten what reality looks like
and only know you.
Only see your long blonde hair flowing in the wind.
Only hear your guitar strings hum their sweet melodies.
Only feel like I can’t breathe,
all the air escaping my lungs
and crushing my skull
and…
Show me your heart
as you would your skin.
Expose your insides.
Expel yourself to the world.
You’re beautiful.
The world deserves to know it.
To see it
like I do.
To see your nerve impulses firing
every millisecond.
To see your intestines wind and bend.
To see your lungs breathe,
little alveoli collapsing and expanding
with each passing breath.
To see your heart pumping,
keeping you alive
as time clicks onward.
The world deserves to see you
like I do,
radiant, confident, glowing.
Take a chance!
Show me your heart
as you would your skin.
Expose your insides.
Expel yourself to the world.
You’re beautiful.
You deserve to embrace it.
Laying on a fleece blanket
at the foot of a bed,
curled up in an airplane blanket,
wishing you were here.
Here to hold me tight.
Stroke my hair,
kiss me good night.
Feel your warmth
on my skin.
Set me on fire
in the best way possible.
My head in the crook
of your neck.
Your arms wrapped
around my body that’s
pressed against yours.
Your hair falling
into my face.
The night falling away
as we breathe the same air
together,
so in sync
like clocks set to the same time,
always to click onward together
into the future.
Anxiety is like a dirty pond.
Its surface a dark brown.
The dirt and rock and shit sticking to your feet
causing your skin to concave in on itself;
Bugs crawling up your back.
You want to get out
and you recognize that you could easily
just turn around
and…
Keyboards clacking
like piano keys.
Small whispers
of a world yet to be explored.
He sits, writing,
leaving the world we both know behind
and creating a better one.
A one where monsters run wild and free.
Where humans can speak to birds.
Where anyone can be
whoever they want to be!
From an orc
to an elf
to anything in between.
He sits there, writing away.
His hair in his face
from the wind blowing outside.
Sight obstructed as rain
drizzles down his computer screen
and onto his glasses.
Yet he stays determined,
his keyboard clacking
as his fingers dance amoungst letters,
creating new melodies
for the world we left behind.
He sits, writing the world we both know
away,
creating a better future.
