Happy Bad Poetry Day!

Today is Bad Poetry Day. In honor of this awesome made up holiday, a poem for you from Jewel:

Insecurity
you don't call
I check again
I become uneasy--
is this a frame?
Suddenly I'm not so sure
I check my sources
each conversation becomes a crumb
how easily I'm led
how stupid I've been
to believe
you could be
loving me
you who can not be seduced
by anything other than
the temperance
of need
each one facilitating the next
and suddenly I see my place
the phone rings
you say hello
but I don't believe you

Deep, man. Deep.