A New Feeling Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

What is this?
Why is it that it is you I miss?

There are so many turns my world is taking.
Yet these thoughts of you my mind keeps creating.

No one ever consumed me as such.
My heart holds you as money is held in a clutch.

Sometimes I don't see myself as worthy.
Why is it you love me?

I question you frequently.
I don't see myself as worthy.

I think too much.
I am overprotective as such.

There are so many.
Yet you choose me.

I choose you as well.
I feel safe as I can tell.

I am missing you.
What is it that I can do?

How do I stop this thinking?
It is time-consuming.