My Insecurity

I set my world upon your outstretched palm;
the paltry sum of all that I could claim
then ran away, pretending to be calm
but though I sprinted quickly, I felt lame.
I saw that this is patently absurd -
this dance between the raindrops that I do.
Is this some pledge of love, just empty words,
or some demented scheme to monster you?

And now my secret’s out, what can remain?
The small talk that we came here to avoid?
An ever-shrinking love and growing pain?
Short absences which leave us both annoyed?
The truth, of course, is that we cannot know
but now you hold my world. Please don’t let go.