maybe i love too hard,
the anxiety that fills my body when you go longer than five minutes without texting me.
she's just busy.
but the thumping in my chest gets louder as it rises its way to my throat, suffocating my breaths as i plead with myself to calm down.
the room begins to grow dark as i can feel the world spinning in slow motion. the thumping is the only thing i hear as my palms sweat and my breathing is shallow.
sorry i got busy.
everything goes quiet, the thumping stops, my breathing slows to normal.
maybe i love too hard,
or maybe i want love too bad.
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A Lived Out Life
Poetrya collection of writings i have compiled together after years of finding comfort in writing
