Invisible insecurities,
I fall, to be held up by you.
A solicitous doubt of an unimaginable reality,
it's a killing so composedly taut.
Are we an unfolding recollection,
or a preferential attainment?
To lose you exerts a colossal qualm,
despite being of mine to lose.
Bound by my feelings,
subjugating me somewhat slowly.
So obliviously compliant,
thus crashing quite unquestionably for you.
Close enough to cautiously flit with butterflies,
yet proven distantly capable of encountering dismay.
A mind so preoccupoed, an infinite thought of you,
current advancements and entertained anticipations.
Lowering my guard,
I apprehensively desire.
Will the future line up with our truth?
<3
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