Admitting a Small Truth

Kiss my neck, softly. Treat it as if it was a baby and you didn't want to be responsible for the damage. Whisper sweet nothings into my ear as if you were walking on the edge of a pier. 

You gloat your insecurities to those who can't find security in themselves to make yourself a king. Do not judge me for what I do to survive but do not think for a moment that you can judge others for what makes them come alive. 


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