I see what you're saying.
Kind words on a screen.
I smile for a moment,
wanting to believe.
But then Doubt launches its attack,
with weapons of uncertainty and self-loathing.
How could you mean what you say?
It's probably not true.
It's probably a ruse
meant to placate me,
so I'll go away.
I don't want to think this way.
I want to believe,
but hope could destroy me.
So I wait for you to leave,
to forget about me.
You say you mean it.
Complimentary.
I try to believe it.
Uncontrollably,
the fears kick in.
Really? Really? Really?
Don't ask.
Don't.
Don't.
Stay cool, keep calm.
Stop being such a fuck up.
I can't.