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.