when you're not here, i feel empty
and when you're here, i feel full
but not the kind of full that i'd like to beyou fill up my stomach
where food should beyou sit there in a pile of worries and guilt
and the countless feelings i wish i didn't haveyou throw heavy weights on my shoulders
no amount of exercise could make someone strong enough to lift them
yet i still do.because it's what i'm used to
it's all i've ever known
you make the little food in my stomach
feel heavier than a bag of stonesyou make my already shaking hands
even worse by making them sweatif my voice simply isn't shaky enough
you can make it just stop working
if you really want to
and for some reason, you do.if my lungs aren't damaged enough
you take everything out on my heartand my heart pounds as if
i've run through hell and back
but all i've been trying to do is
breathe.~the anxious
YOU ARE READING
sometimes it's ok to cry
Poetrymy friend and i don't know what to do but we like to cry so let's do it together - - - desi and zarin