my anxiety holds me hostage

is anyone else suffocating

or am i the only one who can’t breathe

slick palms and bloody wrists

you never gave me one last kiss

i know i don’t remember you right

especially not through blurred vision

in the middle of these nights 

but every time i see you

all i can remember

are the missing pieces of my heart 

that you’re still holding

in your clenched fist

                        can i have them back?