The Other Shoe

I am scared. Insecure. Paranoid, though maybe my fears might turn out to be justified. Lord knows it's happened more than once.

So maybe that's why i am what i am. And why right now, i feel the way i do.

Funny how it almost seems unfamiliar now. Wasn't too long ago that this cliche played itself out.

I'm clutching my heart. Hard. And i won't let go until you tell me that there is no other shoe to drop.

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I'm not sure why everyone, including the subject matter, seems to think i have things sussed out. Well surprise surprise, I DON'T.

I don't know what i want. So yeah, the head isn't sussed out.

And the heart. I've never known what to do with that. Seriously. Emotions were always something i thought i could control, or at the very least ignore. So i'm used to suppressing them to the point where i can't recognise them. And don't blame me for doing that. I've only got me to watch my heart. And you haven't given me a good reason to let go properly. Even partially.

The biggest question i have now is: am i settling?

If you're listening

And you say, there's nothing wrong with being proud.