Your words create a battle.

My insecurities allows them to chase

me into a corner of misinterpretation.

Shut up for a second, let me speak.

We all preserve words to be our weapon,

We harp on them to protect us from harm.

I hear loneliness in your first "Hello"

as I vomit up your cockiness in your

"I know it all" stories. And yet your

sweet tenderness of long lasting soft kisses

and sincere "I Love You's" allows me to

trust in your suitableness.

I adore you as if you are my handsome

vase, delicately placed upon my night stand.

You are a man that will fight for my honor,

I need that. Your rigid outlook

keeps me prepared.

It's our first insight with one another

that indulges us to stay here.

Our understanding as well as perception

that keeps us together. Slowly we

are knocking over the walls of unsureness

to an endless security of trust. I want that.

Knowing you are there for me. I love that.