“Come on, I’m anxious,” you said,
and we walked.
If only you knew how anxious you make me.
How long I lie awake at night,
memories rolling like waves through my consciousness
until the sound finally puts me to sleep.
Just when I think I’ll find relief…
a place where my mind can escape, rest,
but you continue to haunt me, unknowingly.
So there you are.
When I wake – a dream standing before me,
When I sleep – a nightmare destined to break my heart.
I need to learn to shy from your touch.
Your intention is not to hurt me, I know it.
Your touch doesn’t sting on contact,
but it lingers,
Sinks beneath the surface and travels through me,
Eventually finding its way to the depths of my heart,
It constricts the beating,
Which constricts my breathing,
So I am being quite literal when I say,
You kill me.