The Poetry Collection [Editing]

79. Anxiety

I had a sudden impulse to tell him,
"You look like the nerdy half of Peter Parker."
As if that would come across as a compliment.
I didn't even know his name.
Would I speak to a stranger?
Simply so I could feel the pulse of
Inky tendrils stinging and staining
My lungs that still breathe through scar tissue.

I have the sudden impulse to tell people,
"You look beautiful today."
That would come across as a compliment.
I usually don't know these people.
Would I compliment a stranger?
Simply so I could increase the adrenaline
Flowing through my damaged brain
Suffocating my independent will.

I had the sudden impulse to tell him,
"I love you."
What would that come across as?
But what if he's a stranger?
Simply to dissuade me from believing
This boy knows every inch of my
Damaged brain and scar tissue lungs.
But
"I love you" anyway.