Infiltrator Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Infiltrator
Crisp on my tongue,
Your name simmers
Away on my mind.
Flooded with thoughts
And images of you,
Am I doomed to always
Be such an imbecile?
Do I seem conflicted
On the outside, as well?
I have been told that
My face wears no mask,
And my heart is forever
Stitched to my sleeve.
So tell me infiltrator,
Have you only come here,
To witness my blush,
And stuttering fall?
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5/3/2024 11:24:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting write, we all feel the insecurities, our feelings can be hurt by giving too much to another.