In this silence I think too much,
and examine too closely,
the damage done before,
in hopes of overcoming,
and rendering it harmless.
Though, I try you greatly,
the patience of your heart,
as it waits for me to learn,
and heal.

Not perfection,
this love that holds me close,
but closer to something,
I have ever needed,
an echo I never expected.
My fearful heart,
I pray for faith,
 Heart help me believe.

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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