Panic Room

Anxiety locked me in this panic room,
forced the gun in my hand and told me
it’s my turn. We’re actively engaged in
a game of russian roulette with my fears,
each shot spraying my thoughts on the
walls, repainting with my brain.

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Forever and Ever

*Not very well written*

Three tears, two years, one fear

Thoughts wrap around an unsuspecting throat like a rope of broken promises.

Jaw clenched, cheeks drenched, gut wrenched

Apologies bursting from the seams, trying to explain what you mean to me.

I’m sorry this time, temporary goodbye, someday we’ll be fine, just promise for now that you won’t let love die.

I know we can’t talk, but we’re not made of chalk, outlined on the pavement but unable to be washed away.

Fears become real as the seal covering my anxiety snaps and I can’t see.

I just wanted to be happy with you and me, eternity, but now the skies bleed from my insecurities.

So, we hope, in order to cope, with the downward slope of being alone.

Three tears, two years, one fear

I’ll see this through, wait for you, I love you times two.