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on loving my anxious heart [poem]

I hate to say it love
but you’re going to need the patience of a saint
because loving me will suck
my damaged pieces are all glued back together
but I’m still lost on the darker days
I still feel hollow and unworthy
there are too many scars
I can’t ignore the way it stings
when I get too comfortable
my anxious heart
looking behind every word for a catch
treating every person as a liar
it’s so automatic
I don’t even realize I’m doing it until
I can’t breathe for wanting reassurance
that this is real
that you’re still here
that I am lovable
if you say it loud enough
I might even believe it


bookdragon, poet, witch

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