God forbid I become too comfortable in this place
In the sounds and the sights
What I see in you and what I smell on you
What I hear in us and what I fell with you
That I might talk faster than my brain will allow me to think
And end up revealing a piece of me that I can't get back
Can't unsay
And you will sit up
And look at me
And worry.
Scrunched brown brows sitting perfectly above your hazel eyes
That will worry for someone like me.
sarcastic jabs and quippy lines
I hope you know I usually don't mean it
and I know my best is not enough
but that's what being human is all about
I don't have to worry about perfection
I will overcome compulsions
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
I go to therapy and dish it all out
Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,
Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,
I dish it all out
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