Anxiety

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Things I want

I wanna come home to you.

I wanna curl up on the couch next to you, both doing our own things, but feeling your warmth.

I want you to hold me while I sleep. Protect me when I'm most vulnerable.

I wanna fight you over what to spend our money on or what color the wall should be. I want to physically fight you. Feel your body on mine as you pin me down on the floor, laughing at me trying to get free.

I want to wear your clothes because they're comfy and I'm cold.

I wanna look at you in the middle of the night when I can't sleep and your hair is all messed up, but you're so perfect.

I want your hand cupping my face as you tell me I'm beautiful and kiss me.

I wanna see you smiling on a summer day with sweat on your face, but so satisfied by the progress you made.

I wanna hold you while your insides rage with anger and your eyes are filled with sadness.

I want my hands all over you.

I want to run around the house, screaming, while you try to catch me.

I want my stomach to hurt because of all the lame jokes and my heart to race because of all our adventures.

I want you to read this and want the same.

See you again

Silence.

In my heart.

A desire, somewhere.

I miss you.

Somewhere you're walking and you don't miss me.

Thinking about the point of life.

Who am I?

Who can I be?

What am I doing here?

Silence.

Maybe I'll find you again someday.

And you yourself.

                                               - Annemijn Bokhout

Constant

I'm in constant fear that you won't like me.

The Idea of Love and the Insanity of It

You're always there.
Maybe not physically, but you're there in my mind. With everything I do and everything I say. You drive me insane! I can never focus.
And where am I? Do you think of me?

I want to scream, is this what love is? Or is it just the idea of it? I'm scared that everything I worked so hard for will slip out of my hands and for what? Some stupid picture of a happy ending? It could never work.
I want you out. Out of my head!
I have dreams to chase and wishes to make come true.
I don't want your touch burning on my skin.
I can't fight it. I'm so tired. I'm so confused.

Turkish Proverb

Luggage

We unpack our emotional luggage.

Tell our friends and family about all our struggles.

Then we repack and keep carrying all our shit.

Talk. Let go.