*About someone who induces panic attacks in you because you don’t know where things are going next with them.*

I start to tremble when you’re in my head.

Every thought keeps me awake in my bed.

The sweat starts to drip as my body shakes.

The panic settles in while my mind breaks.

Your hands hold what’s left of a fractured heart,

While I think of what hasn’t torn apart.

You hold the key but it can turn both ways.

Will you lead me out of this hellish maze,

Or will I stay stuck inside of this cage,

Stuck in between bliss and untethered rage?

I’m left in a daze but I can still see.

But I still wonder if I’ll be set free.

I feel the machine guns within my chest.

Will you be the one, or just like the rest?

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