of an Anxious Person
I want to write you a letter every day.
Please, a lot of it,
wanting to be sure you know
(I need to be sure)
great is your smile
even the glory of your mistakes.
I suppose some of it is
like a Mom puts on
her mask first
She doesn’t pass out
Her child can breath too
I want to know I’m lovable.
possibly wanted around? I promise it’s not self-
serving. I can explain. How
I don’t think it
I don’t know it.
need to hear it. More than once
and a while,
more than an average bear,
no cheer will out root me
no drink taken-out
no space will be safer than
Do you hear how I have to prove me?
I’ll know you. I’ll love you. I’ll be there for you
I want to write you a letter several times a day
It hurts to think of people so much.
I don’t know how to think about you less.
Once a week, maybe every couple of days
maybe you can sit with me
hand me a bandage
I’m not asking you to worry about the cut
I have to work my issues out, yes,
Call me up
just every couple of days,
once a week is fine.
Let me know that I am here in your world
that you are still in mine
when I cry
or I won’t make much sense. Don’t worry,
I’m getting help
I am actually so f u c k i n g brave.
All I need from you is the time it takes you
to send a tweet. To check a clock,
to think of me
I’ll think of you when I read
(and you’ll be caring for me, and) it’s okay for me to bleed.