All Mine

I frequently feel anxiety over something as innocuous as a hello to a specific person for many reasons. Thought I'd write about this pattern I feel.

The embarrassment's all mine
When I say hello
"Have I said too much?" I wonder

and think I should have known

That you would be busy or worse
that you want me to go
somewhere else or shut my mouth

I'm reminded I can't outrun my doubts

But when luck's on my side
you dispel those fears
It's just a problem I have

whenever you're not here

I'm told what a fool I am
but the words are not from you
It is from my mind not your sweet lips

that I hear something cruel

I have no proof
that you think of me poorly
It just seems wishful to think
someone like you has any interest for me

Author's Note

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