I hear you on the other end of the line.
Your voice so soothing.
I try not to think of the pain in my heart.
I am quiet, not wanting you to hear the tears and the pain.
My heart being torn in two.
One part needing to be loyal.
The other part wanting to be happy, to be loved.
We meet, you wrap me in your arms, I feel I am home.
Then I feel something is off.
I am scared!
Did I screw it up again?
Those damn insecurities!
Am I too short? Am I too heavy?
Am I not pretty enough?
Did I talk too much? Did I not talk enough?
Was I too clingy? Was I too needy?
What if this? What if that?