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Anti Anxiety Meds

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I like to lay in the warmth of your chest
While you stroke my hair and plant soft kisses
On me. The one time of day my mind can rest
Is at night with dreams of hearing, misses attached
To the front of my name.

In the morning, peace soon comes to an end,
Tortured by your face at every hour,
Stomach flutters, heart begins to transcend
Normal human strength to superpower.

In a world so big, how is it that you
Are the only thing that exists to me?
Inside you, I’ve grown so for you I’d do
Anything, give all of myself to be
The last girl you lay with for the first time.
The last whose mountain you will ever climb.


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