my lover called anxiety: her return

just when i thought i was all alone and at peace. 
anxiety returned and caught me in her embrace,
she kissed my wrists with those cherry red lips, 
she said she loved me harder every single day, 
i felt it the moment she came back into my arms.

anxiety told me she'd never leave me alone 
so i'd never feel so lonely again. 
she painted me pictures of her deep adventures, 
her painful love got me weak on my knees, 
and i loved every single moment that she spent on me.

anxiety got me drunk in her own ecstasy, 
drowning me in her poison once more, 
and i drank every single drop of it. 
it was exhilaratingly beautiful 
and at the same time, dangerous.

—combustingcolours