Stroke my insecurities
between finger and thumb.
Your skin's like velvet,
soft and gentle upon my
emptiness. I'm feeling,
am I not? Numbness and
heartbreak go hand in
fist; you can't hide from
the hurt, but you can
hurt from hiding- loneliness
is unbecoming when it
shows itself in empty grasp,
runny nose and ugly
bloodshot eyes. Insecurities.