Anxiety is the puppet master,
And I’m the dummy hanging by the strings.
I can’t reach the scissors taunting me before my feet.
Gnawing on the chords,
Cause my teeth to ache.
So, I will allow the shadow of hands above me take control.
In the distance I can see where this life is leading;
To a space on a shelf,
Where I’ll be forgotten,
Collecting dust.
With the others,
Who are missing buttons,
And broken to pieces
When you left me,
You disappeared faster then sugar in my coffee.
You never left a trace of evidence,
But I can still taste you on my tongue
Ocean;
Heavy waves,
Rocking violently.
Shoving me under it’s surface.
My lungs filling with salt;
Choking on the tart taste.
Searching for assistance.
Slipping,
My eye lids starting to fall.
Limps feeling numb.
Sinking to the dark cold ocean floor,
Only to see a hand reaching, searching to save me from myself.
Wake;
The density of my heart,
Holding me down.
Memories of last night saturate my drowsy mind;
Engulf me in sadness.
Feeling for you across the bed;
Your side is cold,
Bare.
I’m a husk of a body,
An unoccupied tomb,
Inconsequential,
Without your presence.
I’ll disappear into the background,
Without you,
And I deserve it.
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