lypophrenia

Disappointment 

and fear and

 loss and darkness and 

nightmares and

                                                                               fire and ice and

                                         death and pain

                                               and emptiness                      

 and 

despair and

                                                               torture and vulnerability. 

panic
                                                                                                 fear
                                                                                                                                                          stress

anxiety                  

one, two, three, drink

I like when the rain touches my face gently.

I love the sound of the sea getting close to me.

I like sweet taste in my mouth.

I love when I look up at the sky and it sees me.

I like the smell of coffee on cold Saturday mornings.

And I'm afraid when the sun goes down,

when there's an unstoppable storm,

when I can see there's no light at all, 

and I'm afraid of the cold side of the bed.

spaces between us keep getting deeper

I'm not the only one breathing fire.

Or getting lost between my cold sheets.

Right now your pain is stuck in my chest.

My eyes are burning without letting a tear fall.

I'm paralyzed, not able to move or to give a step back.

I'm tied down to your anchor, in the loneliest corner of the ocean.