Imprisoned Thoughts

Ticking Time Clock

My fear was having not enough forever to give. Their affection for me dies out over time. I dangle my worth above a ticking clock. Their favorite song they always sang along to turned to a weird laugh. The golden sunset they could spend hours getting lost in faded to plain brown eyes. The puzzle their pieces fit perfectly into was no more than just a hand that nothing fit into just right. I was a book of metaphors. I had one for every occasion. But they grew tired when they would come to page that they didn't really like that much. They skip it or sometimes they just put the book down and walk away. That was my fear. I'd run out of good metaphors to describe the love in my veins for them. My mind would go blank when i wanted to tell them how i felt but didn't want to make eye contact while doing it. So I would say a bad metaphor that they didn't particularly like and they would put down the book forever or maybe I would make eye contact with them and they would realize i started to stutter when the words come off my tongue rather than my pen because I'm nervous to look into their eyes. I don't know what i would find because two lines never held any secrets. So that's why I'm afraid of not having enough forever to give. My words are enchanting but only until the time runs out. Sometimes I think I have forever, but then I hear the clock.