Sitting In My Thoughts

You sit in my thoughts.


I can’t help but keep you warm here.


My thoughts dance this way and this way, back to you.


This is beautiful insecurity:
minglings of jealousies, childish emotions.


I love how you draw me out to yourself.


Although, I don’t know you.


No fear of letting myself go with you.


This mask is coming off.


More than just a mask may come off.


If for nothing else….

(That devil called doubt)

Then, that you are fodder for my starved mind.


I hope I sit in your thoughts too.



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