fix that fear into me

back where its supposed to be


i've grown to adore it



with its akward appeal

that somehow makes me feel

so much better for it



old habits die

when forced to collide

but i'd rather be sure

it wasn't easier before

this gentle exchange

began to exist



i can steady my hands

sure as i know i am

fit to afford it



it would help if i felt

that i could trust myself

but its too important



on the thin line between

what excites me

and what scares me to death

stands a captor

posed in direct lighting

waiting with baited breath



and sympathies die

when forced to collide

i'd rather be sure

we're inclined to ignore

what dangles above

every last one of us



so still i

long for a scene

of untarnished green

to poke its head through

the intolerably crude

state of what used to be somewhere that i

felt comfortable inside

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