The only side effect of you
Is that I only want more.
The withdrawals become vicious with time,
And it’s foggy nights like these
Where I need your arms around my waist,
Lips pressed gently to my neck
So I can soak in your scent, fill my pale pores.
I’ll let you seep into the cracks of my dry skin,
Bury yourself in each crevice
Until your electricity ignites my body into flame.
I need you to last me through my lonely days.
The truth is that often times those who suffer from this illness [anxiety] are beautiful souls who feel the depth of beauty in this world more acutely than many others and this sensitivity is why they love so deeply, feel the pain of others as if it were their own and why they are the poets, artists, dreamers, inventors, who taste the stuff of God in every breath, yet these powers when out of balance can create madness and chaos because of our sensitivity. Understanding that this illness is all about the sympathetic nervous system being out of balance and fueled by thinking patterns that are destructive was huge for me. To learn to let a thought float, to accept it, and pass through it, no matter how uncomfortable it was was pure poetry to understand…You are not alone. Remember it is often your beauty which can turn too deeply inward and creates over-sensitivity which when met with a serious problem/conflict can result in a nervous explosion. This is the way out, along with love from others, and the help of God where faith is already in place.
When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are
if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands