My insecurities tarnish over reality, covering layers of beauty under debri's of false faith. When I get insecure you are my guiding light, my wishful thinking, my reasoning and my depth. You know that within me lay layers of unmasked truths, of surpressed emotions and actions I wish I could act upon. You know that within me lay pounds of useless feelings and craters in my heart. You know that I can stand up on my own, change the world on my own - but that I want you as my crutch. I dont know why, but I never want to let you go.
