Insecurities Destroy.
I feel your gaze upon me
in this room lit by curtains of
moonlight.
Two lost souls
residing,
finding solace in
blissful ecstasy.
Passion
is what you are;
perfection
is what I'm not.
yin
yang
I shy away from the flame
of your stare.
I know you see my
flaws
with your
flawless
gaze.
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