6 years

I crave

For your acceptance

For a drop of recognition

For a semblance of acknowledgment

That I have in me the bravery

To hold you in my hands

And maybe never let you go.

But when you look at me

I am behind my clouds—

Hiding my frail esteem

From your greedy grasp.

Yet I know that

You’re only waiting for me to make this work.

So that I could hold you

In my hands

And maybe never let you go.

Don’t look at me

Like I don’t deserve you

Because you know that if I give you my heart

I will be enough for you;

Because we both know

That this could be worth it.

Then I will hold you

In my hands

And maybe never let you go.

I often ask

What my future will be

Without you

Something else—

Something that isn’t you.

But how will I hold you

In my hands

And maybe never let you go?

***

My love story with Dentistry goes like this.

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