Broken Hearted

I was in a mood and wrote down my love life frustrations as someone who has anxiety.

Half-assed I love you's drive me insane

Picking at my broken brain

Anxiety leaving me high and dry

While you're not by my side.

Want you near but push you away.

How much longer will you stay?

Supportive and suffocating.

Is this hate to love or love to hate?

What's our expiration date?

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!