Anxiety

Oh there you are. 

Didn’t think you left me 

for good. 

How could I survive 

without your hands around my throat, 

sinking your teeth into my thighs, 

weighing me down? 

Dragging me into the deep depths of your isolation, 

where you drown me with your thoughts in the blackness, 

where I am isolated.

I am suffocating from the 

heavy mass production dictionary 

full of criticisms you throw at me. 

Shoving them down my throat, 

forcing me to swallow, digesting 

your twisted edition of the truth. 

It is too much for me to stomach so I must heave it all up. 

You hold me and tell me it will be alright.

I believe you,

while I lay in your arms dreaming of days you were gone. 

Oh there you are. 

Didn’t think you left me 

for good.