Insecurity

What recently smouldered now grips to my shoulders a prickled and frosty forepain, a pre-emptive breath while selectively deaf to the gut contradicting the brain. No plural demise from oceanic eyes could drown my heart ablaze, my will shall not bend while I share with a friend that I would miss your cobalt gaze. At your side I am taller but apart I feel smaller 'til I know I will be there again, you're all I have got and I need a fresh shot your toxicity is leaving my veins. In a few days I'll be yours and I'll feel restored negatives will be erased, it's nice that I care but I'll hold off to share I am sure it is just a phase.