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.