Anxious...
a poem by Sam Harty

My anxious attachment style
is a carnivorous beast
with sharp biting mind talk
as eater of my relationships
it makes it's feast.
I try to self soothe,
to self regulate,
but I can't get past
my doubts, inner monologues
and constant debates.
She says she loves me
and to trust her.
I doubt every word she speaks.
the status of our relationship
is beginning to look bleak.
No matter how hard I try,
I remain insecure.
I can't stop self sabotaging.
I create my own reality
because I create my own causality.
She said she's becoming overwhelmed,
but I don't know what to do
to stop this mental mind vomit
and all the things I put her through.
I don't know how to help myself.
I need to end this strife.
this constant need for dopamine
is ruining my life....
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me



Comments (2)
Excellent work. This piece prompted me to self-reflect. Thx 4 the inspiration. I hope and pray that things improve for you.
I relate to the anxious attachment style from my past: now I am unsure where I fit. I question myself in relationships rathe than another person. I am much older than you and do believe, in time, you will gain the security within to help yourself to a big ole portion of love without fear. Well examined emotions Sam!