Gap

Your biggest fear,
that nobody loves you.
If you give only surface,
you can only wait: will it change?

Thinking, if somebody would really know you,
nobody would really love you.
It worth it to take the risk,
only that way, yourself you can give.
You can love only if you are loved,
if there is someone,
who accepts you.
Otherwise you are burned by expectations:
you fumble with millions of tentacles,
your superficial unit world.
Fistful of crumbs you get.
You can believe it, being mislead:
after all I am loved.

Someone knocks vulnerably.
He could break up your door, but he is politely,
waiting for the gap, and if you let
with you He shares himself.