Oh, I'm keen of heart,
not sound of mind.
I'm a ticking clock,
running out of time.

To trust my gut or trust his possible lies,
where does too much work,
cross the line?

Shouldn't I be happy,
Should it feel so wrong,
when alone I stumble,
and together I'm blind.

Longing to be happy,
to ignore all signs,
wanting his love so badly,
leaving doubts behind.

Paranoia takes over,
washed in dreary thoughts,
Anxious kneeding of my stomach,
and my love the greatest cost.