u/ApprehensiveAd2951

I adore chalk art and often find myself sitting cross legged on the ground covered in all the colors of my work. Thanks for looking.

My intrusive thoughts hold me like a lover.

Waiting between inhales to catch me as I fall.

I over analyze everything until im sitting like a time bomb on the cliffs edge chorographing my own heartache.

My brain whispers sweet nothings until I feel hollow.

I count breaths.

Heart rates.

Calculating at which point I need to run.

Which intake of an irritated sigh I caused.

I sit in silence as my heart ricochets in my chest damn near breaking with the force that its hitting my ribs.

Its hard to count faults so I tally them,

Wrist.

Thighs.

Ribs.

Until im certain I have nothing left to give.

I wrap myself in a blanket of scars.

That blanket holds me like a lover.