And if all you can do today
is breathe in and out, that’s okay.
You’re doing your best
so, for now, to hell with the rest.
When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.