Vulnerability is a lie I tell to make you feel close to me. Meanwhile I hide cowardly to avoid my greatest gift. Love confuses those hardened by life’s stable struggles and changes the heart into something different. Tomorrow is promised to no one, but neither are you and that scares me more than anything. Finding ways to create obstacles toward my goals is my specialty as I fear what I’ve never had. Trying to understand “is this real” gives a headache no medication can cure. Wanting to know everything will be okay is everyone’s problem, but not trusting you hurts more than anything. Trying to find ways to believe your words are as true as my undying love gives me unexplainable chills. Being a man means abiding by society standards of masculinity while upholding an image of dominance. Somehow your standards eclipse all as I will be anything you need me to be to secure a spot in your life. Your love means eternal happiness so teach me your bravery and I will follow you into war, while insuring us means forever.
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