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Late nightQuite house 

Loud thoughts 

My anxiety asks un answerable questions like,

Did I just lose a friend?

How long till all I know is gone?

Is she mad at me?

Are we making a mistake?

Will I look back on this night and think about how foolish I was?

And of course my thoughts do what they always do in my quiet moments, think of him.

Does he know how I feel?

Does he love her?

Should I tell him how I feel?

Should I walk away so I don’t get hurt from the pain of not being the one he chooses?

A house asleep.

My anxiety awake.

Feeding me lies a smarter girl would know aren’t true.

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