Little Things

Overthinking and fear of abandonment makes for a lovely cocktail

This morning your tone was different.

You didn't even notice it. 

No one else would have, either. 

But I did. 

I always do. 

And I spent the whole day. 

Back and forth pacing, thoughts racing.

Searching for the meaning, any meaning. 

But of course if I ask you''ll say that

There is none. 

I feel like I am suffocating.

In handcrafted problems,

Carefully constructed in my own mind.

Homegrown fear, 

That I'll be alone again. 

Because I am scared to lose, 

The most important thing.

I know how difficult I am, 

But I beg you to 

Please stay.