Love or Anxiety?

Is it love or anxiety
that took the air out of my ribs
taught my heart a mad dance
and has invisible hands that
embrace me at my neck?


For you I wished a list of things

For you , I’ve wished I could:

Throw a tantrum when you clumsily bruise my tender heart
Cry in your arms when I need more affection
Tell you what’s wrong when asked
Forget after a hug
To be less sad
To be normal
To be just
like you