Who are you? I look upon you and wonder. You with your deep brown eyes and your beaten soul. You with your perpetual laughter and that playful glint in your eyes. But who are you? Your lips will never speak the words. Do you tell me with an unspoken plea for unconditional admiration? Are you the violent eruptions and the harsh words? Or are you the pain that lies beneath? Are you the strength it takes to remain hidden? Or are you the ironic weakness behind your invulnerability? Who are you? Oh, how I love that shell, that rough sketch that you show the world….. But, I am restricted…. For, in this room, my love is only as deep as you are.
What do you need? I choose the painful pursuit of comprehension and reject lazy condemnation. To soothe a flailing heart, I take pieces of myself and cover wounds I know nothing of. Your bandage. I am. Your quick fix. Not the remedy, healing, as it courses through. Not the answer to the question that looms between us. What do you need? Oh, how I love that shell, that rough sketch that you show the world…. But, I am restricted….. For, in this room, my love is only as deep as you are.