i can't write poetry when i'm so scared (by fall out boy)

I have a chunk of anxiety in my stomach,

rotting. 

I have tried time and time again to perform 

careful surgery, why won't

it leave? 

I have decided that I cannot get rid of it all

by myself. 

Lord, breathe life into me. 

little star

If you cut me open right now, I am almost certain that you'd find a tiny star where my heart used to be. Loving you has consumed it like a fire. 

campfire songs

You are fuel to the campfire under my full kettle heart, boiling away the stagnation in me.