The anxiety of trusting you
Is so much more difficult than it should be
You are mine and I
should believe the rare
occasions you tell me
how you feel about me.
Are they even true?
Or do you just tell me
What I want to hear
When you know I’m swallowed whole
By fear of
the future
By fear of
Change
By fear of
My skin against yours
When your skin is against somebody else
Again
Once was enough

My soul is in

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