You extend (your hand) in an attempt to grab me from somewhere. Anywhere. that you can. catch a hold of me.
But im slippery, you see. When I don’t want to be caught.
You stare (at me) in an attempt to recognize some part of me.
But I escape you. When I don’t want to be seen.
You have me already. My surface. It’s yours. I don’t think you could have any more. You or any one else.
The love of my life. You are. And yet (I’m not) Not one to give myself whole. To anyone. I keep myself for me.
It comes easy to me. This notion that we give our selves away in pieces. [CompartmentalizeOurselvesToKeepUsWhole]
I hope you believe me.
It’s not me you seek, but yourself, somehow.
So I’ll keep myself for me… Though I thank you. for your love.
"Let us treat men and women well; treat them as if they were real. Perhaps they are." -Ralph Waldo Emerson