Clean Up

Love Blossoms

I knew the second
I let you in
you would take up
every inch of space.

Now I can’t get
you to leave.
(I don’t want you to)

I want you to stay here
and help me
reorganize my thoughts,
clean up these insecurities.

Wipe away the tears;
make me clean enough
to be see through.

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