You ask what is wrong
and all the words flood my head.
Every supressed thought
that I hide to myself.

I ask you what but
I heard what you said.
I'm just trying to stall to
think of my response.

Tell her how you're riddled with uncertainty
How the thoughts never stop.
Every voice in your head tells you
how she's going to eventually leave....

They all eventually leave.
Bite your tongue because no one
likes insecurity.
Just shake your head, reassuringly.

Nah, everything's all good.