He was socially awkward
But the women loved him
The men wanted to be him
It was the baseline of confidence
With a dash of arrogance
The people perceived
In private his heart was tender
And emotions flowed beyond the rim
Cancerian son full of water
To know him to love him
Or hate him
Depending your camp
The truest thing was that
He didn't care where you landed
He was still the center of your orbit
Words don't fail me now Spill out like the wails of mothers losing their babies at the auction block words comfort me like the prayers at dawn during The Fast to our benevolent God Muster up lifelong
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down
