Bond, Insecure Bond

You make me insecure.
I hate that.
Well maybe not hate,
but I don’t like it.
Scratch that,
you don’t “make me”
anything.
I choose how I feel.
But I spent half a day
checking my phone
and wondering when
it stopped being okay
to joke with you.
Turns out you were just busy.
How many times
have my insecurities
made more out of a situation
than what it was?
Like the time
your parents tried
to keep us apart
and the stupid things
I did
that made it easy for them.
Make me secure again.
Well, I mean,
you know what I mean.

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