Battling insecurity, so vulnerably still all alive.
Why am I so insecure, & feeling so doubtful?
Shaking so weakly, all

He Chose Me?

A touch of his hand.

A brush of his lips.

The scent of his skin.

His hands on my hips.

His eyes search mine

I have my feet stretched out
The pleasure not quite the same
I'm the man on a mission
I'm not playing any

The past this shadow that follows us everyday.

This voice that shouts your not good enough every time you pout.

Life is so

Insecure

Do not know what I can do,
or the extent to how far I can go.
Fear of the unknown,
fearing the past,
cannot live in