Insecurity

I wonder

If I am beautiful enough for you

Or if I’m beautiful at all

I change my outfit three times

I take too long picking out

The perfect perfume

Before I see you

Wondering a million ways

For you to say

“Her,

She is so striking

She makes my legs forget it has knees

She makes my chest a gymnasium;

My heart performing somersaults every time

I see you”

Write it in a letter, stamp it with soft lips

And address it to the insecure part of me.

Your voice alone drives me to tears

Yours telling me I’m beautiful

Yours telling me I’m enough