She worried that the house would catch fire

Or the light bulbs would explode

She worried that the lawn would die

Or deer would eat her flowers

She worried the chicken would go bad

Or the tomato sauce would be too salty

She worried the roof would leak

Or the window would crack

She worried about everything

So she didn’t have to worry about

anything that mattered...

We could have had a shot you know

But here’s the world laid real low

Four years with a caricature.

Hands on my eyes -

Tell me when it’s over

I’ll be off, see you soon

Can’t watch this while sober....

so what exactly do I do

if there are three different guys that like me

one who I’d say I’m friends with, yeah, but he’s my friend’s ex, though she wouldn’t mind

one who I’d say I’m kind of friends with, but not particularly

and one who I haven’t talked to in a while with but I still consider us friends, and he’s also the same friend’s ex

and there’s also one guy I like

except I’ve never talk...

It's seeping through my bones like some kind of poison:

Where brains meet the flesh,

Morality dissolves —

Obsession, now, the patron of the soul;

My Bible in hand, yet a weight.

I know

Styrofoam apples are perfect.

I am not sweet,

And I do not nourish.

You are Autumn leaves, you

Crumble beneath my winter boots.

Guilt cracks my clavicle, but I cannot refrain;

I remember, you were soaked in pain,...

What if he does drugs

that end up ruining his life?

What if he never finds himself a husband

Or a loving wife?

What if he is timid and never follows

His wildest dreams?

What if he’s successful

But he’s horrid and he’s mean?

What if he decides

That he can only lie?

That no one will love him

Or they only say goodbye?

What if he regrets

All of his biggest choices?

Or he completes his aspirations

But...

I don’t know what to do

I worry about what to do

Then I worry about how I worry about what to do

But then worry more

About what to do

And about how I worry about what to do...

It won’t go.

The thought of you—

It won’t leave.

My pattering heart—

It won’t stop.

My quickened breath—

It won’t slow.

Your sticking word—

It won’t blur.

The false hope—

It stabs like Death....

You embrace me tightly

Eyes shut in the morning

Moving to feel with your iris set

On the inside of your eyelids

Draped in my touch

The gentle, fleeting, lovesong sunset

_Do you feel the same feeling?_

Is that look on your face

A smile at my soul

Or my flesh

When you reach out after feeling

The warmth of light, of life

**Love**?

Do you reach for me?

Is that what you see

When your ...

It’s a funny feeling, when you realize you’ve forgotten somebody you once loved.

On the other hand, it’s a bit easier to describe the feeling of being the forgotten one: painful.

It was a dreary Monday when it occurred to me that you might have forgotten who I am, who I was.

When I thought my heart couldn’t break any more, it did. Once I found out it was partially true.

I remembered even t...

‘I used to worry about you’

Like would you see the sun?

My mind pondered this through,

Scaring my heart just for fun.

‘You wished I didn’t worry you’

Like did you really care?

My soul twisting the screw,

I take on what you want to share.

‘I really should worry about me’

I need to rest my tired mass.

Into dreams I need to flee,

My head less crass.

Worry less,

Rest more.

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Love You R

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