Insecurity: A Poem

Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s piece of poetry.

Tell me, please, do

I exist;

Prove reality to me

With the brush of your lips;

Hold me so tight that I can’t question your touch

And only let go when I say

It’s too much;

Ground my ideals

And let them fly

Through the real, authentic sky;

Hold me close, and don’t let go,

For maybe I only dreamed it so;

But if I wake in your circle of arms,

I’ll know that existence

Can cause me no harm.

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