Intense,
Insecure,
Wanting,
Searching,
Reassurance.
Who am I without you?
I knew before,
But now,
I’m not quite sure.
Balance,
Time apart,
Things left unsaid,
Questions unanswered,
As they are filled by,
Anxiety,
Desperation,
Fear.
I want to be secure.
I can be happy by myself.
But as soon as I get that feeling,
I lose it all.
My logic pushed aside,
And I think,
Overthink,
About you,
What you’re doing,
How you’re feeling,
When you will see me,
Why not sooner,
Why not longer,
Why not?
I take your answers,
as a rejection of myself.
I need to hold on longer.
Ask more,
to feel okay,
for a little while.
And then ask again,
Because I’m unsure,
about another thing.
I can feel myself creating,
Pressure,
Intensity.
A confined space,
For you and I.
One I created,
That I’m not sure I even want to be in,
But one I’m not sure how to get out of.