Please don’t ask me what I think of you, don’t do that to me.
It puts me in a place of expectation and that, for me, is too scary.
To be put in a place where I have permission to actually play is a hole I no longer dress like a rabbit for these days.
I’ve made their magic.
I’ve slept in their sleeves.
So please don’t ask me what I think…JUST BE HERE, that’s all I need.
Let’s not rob the magic, where we’re both free.
I’ve come so far resisting urge after urge hoping to shut my eyes permanently.
This doesn’t have to be hard, neither am I wanting easy.
I just want to be here actually living, where I know you can hear me.
I can hear my heart align with yours, even when it speaks heavily. Can’t you see that’s all I need?
You breathing here is enough for me.
I can always rephrase or even mangle words creatively…but actions are what sting- and those tend to replay involuntarily.
Ask me something else,
I would love to hear your happy.
May what I think of you never come to haunt me.