Tagged: self-esteem

when i am in your

when i am in your
arms, i pretend to know what’s
what, take great gulps of

confidence, appear serene,
a thing you can hold onto

it makes little to

it makes little to
no sense that i
should feel this
way. even approaching
midnight, a classic
hour of clarity,
i am having trouble
sorting through
the ratio of give-and-
take. the benefit
of the doubt often
spills over when
avoiding confrontation

with time, we long for

expect, and do not

for every sign of

the difference between

the difference between
having much and having
little to offer is
in what we tell
ourselves –
every once in
awhile, we ought to
compare notes

he who does not