Full of it.

I love my wife.  I'm not always great at showing it all the time, but I'm pretty good most of the time.  Insecurity slowly creeps into every relationship and when it come down to it your ability to work with, not necessarily against, one another's, and most importantly, your own insecurities is more often than not the deal maker/breaker.  There's a nasty little part of me that agrees to become more willing to be offended by criticism or off handed comments the more intimate I become with that person.  I guess I think there is more at risk, so I get scared?  How fucked is that?  Really fucked.  Oh shit I think these are called "Daddy problems".  I've got to go call my da... someone...... seriously not my dad tho.  That excuse is played out, see january 10th's entry titled, "OMG WTF WWJD for more info.  K THX BAI.
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FULL OF IT

I once believed
I was was an artisan
Of love.

None could compare
None were truly worthy,
Least of all,
The artist.

Once color had become inverted,
My heart sank.
The sharp bite of life's lesson:
Not everything works out
For you.

A prince in the land of nowheres.
Fooled by one's own fear
Of being irrelevant.

If my love wasn't the answer
What is?

Yours.
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