I have an anxious attachment style. Always worried of the worst-case scenario, the edge of my seat has been the most comfortable to me. Maybe "comfortable" doesn't describe it well, but it's where you find me anyway.
Until you fell into my lap and pushed me to the back. Now we sit cozy, deep in the recessions, as i pluck the stress of your day from your hair. Anxious was always my style until around you, i realized my nerves were quiet. So quiet i didn't hear.
Now, all i want is to feel your hand in mine reminding me you'll be there. That blue, that calm, your lovely presence so strong. I have always lived with anxious attachment, but with you, I'm just attached
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