Insecurities

I feel the insecurities trailing down my skin. Like when you claimed you wanted us together yet you still hold up her chin. When you said I was the most beautiful girl on earth. But with that same breath you built up her self worth.

Yes, my insecurities are pouring down waterfalls. But they don’t restrain me from pickling up all your calls. I’m like the puppet that can’t find the scissors to cut free. And your the master that promises to let me go but never guarantees.

These insecurities may drown me one day. Because I’m not bold enough to fight for the next bouquet. When her hands seems to tighten up the grip. And her words captures your attention displaying ownership.

Yes indeed I am drowning and I can’t find the plug. And my emotions can’t be immersed no matter the drug. Confused as to how you flipped the page so fast. You wrote a whole new book and never considered your past.

I’ve allowed these insecurities to take full control. Now when the next guy claims to love me I look for a loophole. Telling myself he’s here to take away a piece of your heart. Never to consider he might be the only one to have it restart.

If you were wondering if there was ever a chance. Honestly, I’d rather make a song with my insecurities and take it out for a dance. My insecurities would never tear me apart. I’d bet money it would never give me a broken heart.

Needless to say I’m already dead.

And my insecurities is the one that made the deathbed