too brave to curve that smile always
but deep within these wide arrays
is scared, bruised, tearing heart
it wasn't concrete, it was an art
daytime, your hands around my hips
are way better than the words from your lips
too afraid to be weak sometimes
need to be strong to got your back all times
hard to be your strength when i am weak
tough to be your happy pill cause i always get sick
building home around your shoulders to cry on
but you'll say "you're overthinking it, move on"
i am not allowed to be sad and anxious
that's why when i'm okay i feel pretentious
marked the spot of this blind optimism
i only love you is my defense mechanism
fell in love in this unfamiliar living room
uncertain, sometimes i'm a face of doom
grasp your hands in this dark situation
you're enough with a quite harsh affection
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Love and Other Anxiety: a poetry collection
PoetryLove and Other Anxiety talks about the irrationality of being a lover, a partner, a friend and of being a person inside a relationship. One of the most crucial part of coming up with the idea of love as a form of anxiety is proving that it can be a...
