moments of assurance

In the moments of assurance,

there is none.

And come to take its place, is the little.

There is one arm that lays outside, one inside. 

Finding difficult to tell the one, 

inside, 

of the harm, and why? 

They usually fail. Excuse me.

Shame, because of 

you inside 

me. 

Could I 

tease 

you 

out 

sugar?

And be sole with the strength, 

with the thought, that I have had 

before.