The anxiety sucks the life out of me,
Like a thousand leeches on my soul,
Awaiting to be told who to be,
And how to be accordingly,My tears well so abundantly,
I cannot see
Yet never falls one drop from my eyes,
They are the bravest and most stubborn part of me,

I want to exchange my lack of mental control for all my tears resiliency,
Let them pour endlessly in my solitude,
While my mind is strong
In front of you

Without any definitives,
Your indecisiveness is in itself a decision,
I may not be able to see past the ocean in my eyes,
But I can see,
The finality in your GOODBYE.

 

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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