By Jesi Scott
Another text, another call,
I say I do, he says I don’t,
He cannot see, he won’t; he’s causing his own downfall.
So he holds on tightly; I can’t breathe,
The anger between us does seethe.
You can feel the coming of war,
Though I try to ignore fate’s warning and ensheathe
The sword, his insecurity,
He clearly drew in surety
Of my transgressions towards him.
The truth grows dim; love slips into obscurity.
* I’m a little late getting this out today but I am done with Day 3’s prompt. Suggested form: the florette. Subject: Insecurity. I wrote about the extreme side of insecurity in a relationship once it’s insidious fingers have gotten a hold.