steamilyshyhero
There's an anchor sitting on my chest
Tied to each of my ankles and and each of my wrists.
I think of them too much
Twist them into a million heavy burdens
As they drag me down and keep me still.
I whimper under their weight so much
And it's not until they let me go
Until I feel light, but too dark
That I see them like you do.
Not burdens, but mementos
Holding my hands and stealing my breath.
Big rusty embraces, whispering
Please
don't leave me
alone.