May 29, 2007
You came to me empty handed and open hearted, completely willing. And still, this is how I think of you. It’s not those times when we thought survival was a defense exercise, instead of allowing love to tell us we’re safe with and in each other. You never could put up much of a fight anyway. You always throw up the white flag at the slightest hint of harmony on the horizon. It’s impossible to not feel myself ashamed in your presence; embarrassed by my petty, grubby insecurities which I too often mistake for myself. I fear you will too.