I wanted to talk with you but I have social anxiety.

At least I'm still breathing

It's ok

You can remain perfect in the fog of uncertainty

My anxiety won't allow me to meet you

Please ignore the glimpses of perfect laughter through the cracks of this unlived reality

In the meantime

I will daydream about vacations, we will never go on

I will imagine conversations we will never have

I will fantasize about the day you will save me

And maybe about the day that you will convince me that I saved myself

It's actually funny

Because if I talked to you we could finish this poem together

For now, I'm watching these alternative realities

Diverging violently

I remain oblivious to your imperfections

I remain trapped in my own life

I remain a stranger

And you unwillingly created another reason to hate myself

But at least I'm still breathing