There is this thing,
about me,
that I truly hate.
I am completely insecure in love.
In general,
in the rest of my life,
I am pretty secure in what I do & who I am.
I can do anything I want to do.
But love?
I love him with everything in me.
I waited way too long to get here.
I never want to lose it.
I know he loves me too.
I am just always afraid there is better.
I don't talk about this.
I carry it around inside,
And it eats me up.
Sometimes makes me absolutely crazy.
Other times all is good.
It must be that day for silent struggle.
It will pass.
And I will still have this.
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