the 5%

of all the marriages in the world, half end.

some are so broken, that not even endings mend.

how can i expect to compete?

when i am predestined to be incomplete?

what i really fear is being too much

overwhelming, intimidating, and such

he wants to fix my mind with flattery,

but his words can't fix twenty years of insecurity.

I disassociate because I doom myself

only the worst are good enough for the shelf.

I reside in a hypocritical orbit of the opinions of the next man.

I didn't know what I could do with myself, so I ran.

Fulfill my desire for affirmation

with commotion and loosely held fascination.

comfort my fears, and satisfy my lust.

only commit to me if you must.

because even if i could handle it

there's no way I could believe enough to submit.