no reason to feel uncertain,
except the devil inside my head.
she whispers buts and what ifs,
a future of doom eminent.
she foresees betrayal and hurt,
a history of loyalty and love ignored.
she imagines sorrow and tears,
a reality manipulated by paranoia and fear.
come back to land, love,
where it’s dry and safe.
the waves have carried you too far,
and you’ve lost sight of what’s good.