ShittyPoet

ANXIETY AND I

It holds me tight,
It tells me it needs me and I need it.

I have someone who loves me.

He doesnt understand you like I do.
He doesnt know you like I do.
He will never HAVE you like I do.

It looks into my eyes, caressing my cheek.

Who could love someone like you.

He doesnt see you.
He doesnt care about you.
He will never HAVE you like I do.

It kisses me ever so gently,
It tells me it needs me, and I need it.

Who could love someone like me.