what’s the point in prioritizing people who don’t seem to prioritize you?
i fall apart every once in a while.
it takes a few days, sometimes weeks,
to pick up the pieces from the blast.
shards and fragments of myself strewn
over everything i love and hate -
lost and found.
forgive me, darling; please be patient -
i am too often blind in the darkness
that looms over me after i drop it all.
People without anxiety just have no idea what it’s like to feel so much worry for something they “think” is so small and “not a big deal”