I-O-U-A-Y

I tear apart your words so I can read through your letters better
my favorite excuse inside every envelope, enclosed are the wrongs I write..PS You and I forever
we both thrive of honesty, my vow in every vow and consonant
like, I-O-U-A..Y
I keep tearing at your confidence
maybe afraid that you’ll leave, my opinion is you downgraded
maybe I feel filthy laced with guilt from all of the women to which I found favor
none worth a second thought, you fill me with second thoughts
second guessing every moment, I can’t make up for the seconds lost
how can I adorn silver and gold, thought I cut at the surface of a diamond
the paradox of burying our love, yet value is found from mining
my disposition towards you is that of material possession
though I handle you with less care than a brand new watch and necklace
I try to cover you up so you won’t be seen by opportunity
but I fear you already hide in plain sight and I’m blinded by my insecurities…