Insecurity

The flip on my phone is worn
from looking for you.
I am obsessed with knowing
your thoughts, feeling
your heart, and breathing
your spirit,
constantly.

Torn from restraint
I have to wonder
if I am on your mind.
Encased in desperation,
I wonder and I doubt
reality.

Like an infant
I am weak and curious.
My patience is barren,
waiting for you
to forgive, to satisfy,
my irritating nature.