Paranoia

You don’t tell me

where you’ve been

and I know you can’t be

what you seem,

oh my darling, I am sorry

but I can’t forget your past.

Though you say that this is

different

all I see are parallels,

you loved her,

you say the same

when you face me.

How do I know if I

can trust you?

Love, you know I do,

but it is still hard to

always be secure.

I live in fear of infidelity

or of your fickle heart -

darling, promise that you’ll

never close this door.