you
could tear my confidence apart,
my boldness,
stone-faced
coldness, apart,
and find that my insecurities
are here,
waiting,
for you,
to love me.
it's you
who i wake up daydreaming about,
never wholly in my dreams,
just lingering figments of presence,
but always heavy in
my waking mind.
you
may not ever fully fall for me,
but will always fully have me.
you
will always
fully
have me.
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