Its that assuring reassurance I find
that none can undermine,
Its that defining definition
that coaxes me into sublime.
Its the lists of tasks that deem me irresponsible
to the responsibilities at hand.
Its what I see inside
that venture to see back at me.
Its the thing we hate to love
but all need regardlessly,
Its what makes me want to find you
not that you were so hard to find
Its just that its a difficulty
with difficult proportions
can sometimes hold back my true identity.
Its the greeting I practice forever
and forever that practices on me
when its just out of reach
and I try to inch into availability.
Its the unresponsive responses
that cause me to go numb when it leaves me.
Its the only excuse I have to not approach you
when you approach me.
Its the only paper thin wall
that possesses more strength that I could assume,
at the placement of my misplaced sense
Its my lack of confidence.
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