How do you
perfectly capture
yourself in wordsI could string
sentences upon sentences
of my inner frustrations
and insecuritiesor I could
cherry pick standout
days where this
internal hole
completely engulfed my fleshand I longed to pound my
knuckles beet red
raw with rage
at the fact that I was and
will never be good enoughif you reassure me
with your kisses and your
fical proclamations of love
this doubt will only swell
like an invisible tumour