52 weeks of positivity (kinda)

Me and anxiety

Me and anxiety
We are friends now, I think
But it hasn't been the easiest ride
She's obsessed with pulling my stomach into shapes
she doesn't believe in dry hands
Or not running away from any situation that could risk even the slightest of confrontation

She came into my life a while ago
A friend of a friend
I wasn't a fan
But our mutual friend kept pushing us together
I used to try ignoring her
Pretending she wasn't there
But she makes her presence know
Through the twisting of my stomach
Once she decided she likes me
She drove everyone else away
Till suddenly she was my best friend
We did everything together
Movies
School
And every night she'd whisper to me till I fell asleep
I mean it's not like I didn't appreciate it
But some chats with people, called therapists
Made me realise she was a bit needy
And maybe I should give other thoughts a try

We are still friends I suppose
When she arrives
I fake a smile
And ask her why she came
"Ah im still not comfortable around my ex
I'd better work on that "
Then she asks
If I want to hang out some time
I apologise
And say
"No I'm busy
Hanging out with a new friend
Hope
Yeah I'll give you her number
She's great
I wouldn't do the stomach twisty thing
People don't tend to like that."

Notes:
I read this to my friend to celebrate emotional Tuesday (a thing we do every week where we are allowed to talk about our problems, it gives us an excuse so we are not always bringing it up) and she found it hilarious. I do like it. The narrator has the most power out of most of my poems. (The narrator is me) thanks to poets-pub for adding this to the weekly poems thing. It's a really great space to share your poems.