you were the fingers interlaced
inside my fingers.
on my face.
i was willing to take.
i was afraid,
but i was more curious than my fear.
while you let your worry get the best of you.
worry of the future
of what you might miss out on.
your own worst critic,
something i am not unfamiliar with.
but i have learned to embrace my flaws,
while you drown in the insecurity of yours.
playing it safe,
so what you missed out on
was every unfamiliar piece of me.