Her name was ripped Jeans and anxiety
Hands shaking and heart beating
Her steering wheel knew more tears than finger tips
Lips as pale as the morning.
Untouchable and afraid.
She never knew the size of her heart because her puppet strings were made of fear.
Her name was lonely Fridays and anxiety
hair caught in eyelashes
admiration but never love.
spending midnights with the chimney and moonlights with the trees.
She always wrote the words 'hear me' all over her palms.
hear me.
hear me.
hear me.
But she forgot the way her palms looked a long time ago.
Her name was acoustic guitar strings and anxiety.
she lost her friends to silence.
she was a whisper in a world full of shouting.
Her secrets could cure the world and she believed that anything could happen.
Loved
Broken
Beautiful
Her name was conquering and anxiety
She fell in love with her thoughts
good music and star filled nights
she loves this world
Pine trees and stadium lights
Her name was pain
Her name was hurt
Her name was I care
This made my skin cold. Definitely my favorite black out post.
ReplyDeletewow.
ReplyDelete"Her name was ripped Jeans and anxiety"
such a good opening line
Whoa yes. If I had your blog, I'd perform this one.
ReplyDeleteOh my heck... This is amazing. My hands are covered by anxiety too. This has so much feeling and meaning. I love it. I wish I wrote. It's so good. Read this for speak for yourself
ReplyDeleteHoly crap girl. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteHoly crap I just died I don't even know how to accurately respond and still sound intelligent. But it was beyond amazing.
ReplyDeleteHoly.
ReplyDeleteRight from the beginning this was soo powerful and beautiful. You're one of the best writers I think.
Love this!!!
Her name was anxiety. Care can't cover her pain.
ReplyDeleteChills.