Insecure

With each ticking of the lazy clock,
Tick tock tick tock,
My patience runs out.

I take a front row seat in my mind as it begins a colorful display of my fears,
Has she decided to take the road not traveled?
Is she busy burying the blurry memories she has of me?

I get lost in this maze of thoughts,
I become selfish,
I forget the peck she gave me as she said goodbye this morning,
I forget the promise we made to each other to love each other,
I choose to forget that the well from which her love overflows is deep,
Deep is the tattoo of my name engraved in her heart,
I choose to forget that she chose to love as I did.

What if I have shamed machismo in showing how I feel,
Is she slipping away from the grip of my slippery arms,
Melting into the unknown?

Insecure,
The guilt of not being the best I should be to my love,
Insecure I have become because I am selfish,
I heeded to my accusing heart and began drifting away from my love,
May my love never see this.

^my pen has bled so listen to my heartwriting.