Maybe it's you

Maybe it's you

I feel the anxiety in my stomach,

how it crawls up my veins.

I wonder how you look, how you smell, how you act.

I wonder if we fit and what a future could be.

I just fear that my anxiety turns a would to a should.

But there is no turning back.

So I will be brave.

I will fight that demon named anxiety and I will allow myself to at least have the chance to be happy.

In god I trust and I know he will send me the someone someday.

Maybe it's you.