flowering

your innocence
has me feeling wilted and unworthy,
nervous
my composure slips
like dried flowers turned into dust,
sifting through my fingertips
if our eyes would meet, I think you’d learn
all of my weaknesses
in two instances
but you don’t care to
and I just like to be unsettled

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