You'd think pushing me away
because I'm not enough for you
would hurt so much,
but I'm not even enough for myself.
So whatever you do to me--
whatever promise you discard
even though there was a smile
on your face when you said it--
I've done them all to myself.
Yet somehow the newness still finds a way to throb.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
