Worried

I am cellophane when I'm around you
Red cheeks
Plastic wrap lungs
Heart sticking to my chest
My whole being sticking to your chest
Wrapped in your feminine fingers
You tell me to stop worrying.
Tell me that bad thoughts don't make me a bad person-
My stomach feels like a pile of leftovers growing stale in the fridge as you open me like a zip lock bag and pull out all the bad parts
Place them on the table like a 3 course meal
I am stubborn, self conscious and needy
But you're still smiling at me.
Dentist white teeth and unimpaired optimism,
You tell me the story of your proposal like a screen play.
Each line planned and directed through a rose colored lens-
You said you knew the day you met her
And I found it hard not to fall for you like I fall for strangers that tell me to have a nice day.
We both said sorry for crying the last time we spoke
And parted ways too slowly
Road splitting in the same direction-
You keep worrying
I tell you that's my job and you laugh
Face aged more deeply then I remember
"Has anything, anything at all, changed?"