finally, a peace of mind

[Richard]

Hey headybeach,
Your poem had some wonderful language use throughout. However, there are some parts where you were a bit unclear. I'll explain more below:

there are some brief moments in time
where my anxieties simply wash over me. -Why do you have a period but no capital letter to start the sentence? Personally, I would drop all the periods, but that might just be me expressing my own poetic bias when it comes to grammar.
they accumulate and revolve around my head from the rainier days
and then, in these times,
are thankfully let flowing,
gliding, slowly,
down and all along the
frail surface of my taut, worn skin
with the leisurely and gentle pull of earth's compelling gravity,
like a steaming morning shower right before you step out to brace the piercing chill of a cold, dark bedroom. -I like the last five lines in this stanza. My only question is if the narrator's anxieties are like a shower, what is being washed away?
 
in these rare serene and blissful moments, i'm always prone to daydreaming.
i get lost in watching imaginations of my romantic fantasies
as if they were like melodramatic movie scenes.
staring into the infinite depths of an odd blank space somewhere in my field of vision,
i imagine being with you in this here and now, -I would end this line at "you."
and being able, for once,
to spend at least one minute, second,
of this forever inevitably fleeting calmness with you, together, -The "forever inevitably fleeting calmness" has a nice sound to it. However, are you talking about the movie scenes, or the memories the speaker has for their lost lover? I think you got a good image here, but you need to explore it more. 
because my truest feelings for you have always only ever
been eclipsed by my fearful mind. -Fearful of what? This is an idea you should explore more.

but, oh,
the things that i would have the courage to do -I would drop previous line and start this line with "but".
if only you were here right now,
and, if only you could know
all of the things that i would finally not be so afraid to say.
they wouldn't be very
majestic, or magnificent,
or monumental, either,
but they'd be so much more than
the distant,
bleak,
cold
nothingness
that you've only ever received from me. -I like this stanza. It has a paradoxical nature that is just wonderful.

because, past that pitch black, dark coal moon of anxious fear
that hangs itself up above, amidst the hollow night sky
inside of my otherwise vacant skull, -Referring to their head as a "vacant skull" is a bit harsh for the speaker.
there waits, sleeping
in the chambers of my heart,
an embracing, lung-filling, candle-warm cloud of delicate fog
that hums, -May be I am missing something, but how can fog hum?
lowly and softly
with the evening orange of a setting sun,
and it desperately wants to clasp all five fingers of my nervous hand
between the middles of all five of the worry-soothing fingers on yours,
and to fill the creases and valleys of your grasping palm
as it calmly rests inside of mine. -I love these last four lines. The imagery and metaphor is wonderful. I would think about working these lines into their own stanza.

but i waited too long to actually show you this secluded love,
and then, although for other outside reasons, What are the "outside reasons"? I think you should explore this more.
you finally said that you had had enough.
we aren't together anymore,
and to you it never even felt like we
ever really were at all. -This line and the previous gave me the impression that the speaker may have being lying to themselves about there even truly being a romantic relationship. Am I right?
so now,
all that i can really do
with this love that i have got
is just lie hopelessly in bed,
lying in despair, lying flat on my back,
constantly regretting that i
never gave you what i always had. -The last seven lines could be replaced with one or two lines about lying in bed with regret. I think that would be an interesting image.

and the thoughts of what we could have been, all along, all of this time,
are always there,
inside,
endlessly echoing
among the empty, white bone walls of my mind. -Why is the speaker's mind empty? If nothing else, it's full of memories of their lost love.
they are razor blades
meticulously peeling away
at the polished deep burgundy skin
of a giant "red delicious" apple that's rotting in decay. -Is the apple supposed to be the speaker's mind or the speaker? I get the emotion behind the metaphor, but it is a bit unclear.
they're tearing me up.
oh, they're tearing me up
and they're tearing me apart. -I would suggest dropping this stanza or choosing to focus on the apple metaphor in greater detail.

but, we're still always going to be real close friends, that's what we both said at the very end of all of this,
because we both know that we both do still like one another,
it's just that we can't stay together,
you can't stay in this
god damned
situation
that a
devil
put
us
in. -I like this stanza. I would even suggest making this stanza into its own poem. It would totally work as a concentrate poem.

Overall, I think you have a nice starting point with this poem, and I look forward to seeing where you take it from here.

Keep writing,
Richard