My heart stutters at each doubt you fling at me.
The swell of love and contentment of a moment
Cut short.
Each smile and touch of the past erased by simple thoughts,
Planted in my mind, and nurtured by insecurity.
Until they grow.
Roots moving deep, tightening their grasp
Until there is nothing.
Just a knot of emotion wrought by confusion.
Ensnaring the senses and manipulating all actions.
Until I become a puppet of my mind –
Allowing it free reign of my strings…
Until you grow weary and walk away,
Sick of watching my struggles and certain
of your past uncertainties.
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