Insurance

ah yes...sadly, this poem degrades in quality after the first two stanzas....sniff.

I do not need assurance,

nor do I need your smile,

I defy all petty insurance,

I can save myself for a while.

My superstar will come one day;

Perfection coupled with incompletion,

Beautiful, blessed - as they say

Incompletion, upon first sight, will achieve its

mind deletion.

You.

With your pitiful assurance,

is this the best you can do?

Insecure, clammy hands-

-oh you, I see your

fragile, desperate self-esteem.

That.

over there...

You say...they

make you?

How much, I ask you,

Do you really know?

I mock your empty, flimsy words,

I scorn your false, foolish promises.

Broken, empty, and unforgiven.

Pure love waits

For those who wait.

And hence, I shall wait

& defy all this meaningless insurance.

So no, thank you,

You may keep your heart,

I want no part,

In this stupid game.

I'll keep my incompletion,

and wait for-

-my super star completion.