Don't take word's,
Like vulnerable,
And honest
As though they were made,
Out of ash.
The tears that you shed,
With two words such as this,
Are moist reminders,
Fallen, right from Hopes lash.
Instead be fearless,
But not the angry kind.
And don't,
Be fearless alone.
But instead,
Be the fearless,
That when you look in their eye,
Forever, you know that you're home.
Be all the crazy,
Weird that you can.
Even if it's a little bit gross.
Because when they love you,
And true trust you both share,
You have, what you've always needed most.
Let your insecurities,
Wash away with spoken word.
But words, of trust,
That squash, all form of doubt.
And be sure every syllable,
Every spoken vowel,
Exudes,
The faith you're both about.
Take this advice,
From one who's lost much to fear,
And grieves,
Filled by regret.
For if I had been braver,
If I'd trusted her more.
My insecurities,
Wouldn't, have been my own death.
Note this is a poetic death. It's dramatic enough that way. Don't need anything more. ;-)