Flawless? Poem by Denny Moonde

Am not flawless.
In your hands am powerless.
Am fluorescent,
Does if any; Your kindness
Nibble at my blindness?
Fear of losing you;
Of life in the blue,
Without my beu.
Transcends logic.
Am lost in your magic.
Are my feelings tragic?
Am at ease with you in sight.
If it ends in delight.
The struggle aint a fight,
Pigheaded state of fright:
Soul tormenting slate.
Am a lost appetite;
Sometimes feelings are trite.
Flawless?