I'm drowning in your insecurities.
Coming up for air is taking too much effort, too much strength, too much tolerance.
I've been handing you a security blanket, throwing it, shoving it, but you won't take hold.
Rather then wrap it around you to live in it's warmth, you hold it at arms length. Poking it, proding it, questioning it's holes, imperfections, thread.
You wonder where it's been, why it's stained and torn. You imagine such dillusional thoughts, absurd situations, crazy notions.
But it's been with me all along. I've carried it on my journey, dragging it behind me wherever i go. Handing it over to no one.
Embrace it. Accept it. Wrap yourself within it.
Before i completely exhaust myself of our continuely repeating, circling, looping, relationship.
I'm begining to love you.
Feel secure in that. For once.