Anxiety

Creeps in like ants on a hill
tingles my spine
turns my gut
I twist
this way and that
indecisive
I get this feeling that when its all over
its only just begun
it makes me sick
does he do this to me on purpose?
cast me aside like a tidal wave
crashing onto the rocks
splashing sea foam
I remember her
and it makes me want to vomit
nervous
willing
but so confused
this love is compacted
easily subtracted
I'm the numbers that fill up the gap
I'm the science that can't be explained away
and all I really am
is love
simply put
I AM LOVE
not in love
not for love
love
individual
silent
a messenger
that speaks the language forgotten by time
silently waiting for the moment
when it all comes crashing down
one airplane at a time