Written on our Skin

Our stories are written on our skin,
All our victories, tragedies, and sin.
I've lived through so much darkness,
That at times it has made me hopeless.
So when someone comes along I jump,
And that sometimes leads to a slump.
I want to apologize if I come off intense,
My anxiety can make me lose my sense.
I met you and you stuck into my mind,
Something in you felt like such a find.
Butterflies in my stomach start to flood,
Talking while you poke and take blood.
Took weeks before things came around,
Was crazy and my joy was so profound.
I know I am intense and throw red flags,
It's all from how much my anxiety nags.
I hope I don't end up pushing you away,
It's hard to explain, all I can do is pray.
How my soul eases from texts is real,
You may not understand how it is I feel.
My anxiety slowly fades and will fleet,
It always happens right after we meet.
It's when I feel that all has became real,
It's when my mind and soul can heal.
The only thing that I have no doubt about,
Is just how badly I want to take you out.