Of trying to match the moods of a lover
What they do is justified, what you do isn't
They choose the rules, and you have to abide
This anxiety better be a lover at this point
For it seems less prone to belligerence
It has no wants of attention from else
It only has and wants to focus on you
Then again, anxiety would never lie to you
Nor.does it stab silently, and laugh at your fails
It probably is much more pronounced than love
It waits for your return in its cold cold arms
Between love and anxiety, you have no choice
The former begets the latter, eventually
For all the love you can offer will be cast aside
And all that you love will feed your anxiety
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