you’re insecure, just like your mother
and she like her mother.
and i’m a lover without a lover,
living in the shadow
of an empty father.

we were both afraid that we’d fail at love
just like our parents; where we came from,

unsure of how much
that defines
of ourselves.

i’m still trying to make sense of myself.

and so were you
and so we fed
on each other’s
uncertainty
still never being certain
of whether or not it was
even happening,

convinced that
we were creating
an assurance
of self
inside
the other.