5:19 pm
before i go to bed.
my anxiety is high,
and my breathing is
out of control
but for you, and you only,
i close my eyes with tears falling
and take deep breaths.
i pretend you are my pillow;
im hugging with my arms and legs.
i pretend you are the blankets
covering me and
keeping me safe from the demons.
i pretend you are the freaking air around me,
that is slowly helping me
get my breathing under control.
and soon, i fall asleep.
with you around me, hugging me close.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
