you gaze at me as
if your understanding
of who I am as a person
is definite.
On nights like these,
one's filled with comprehension
I find myself in question
of the people I choose to connect with.
Like do you really get it?
Or are you just nodding to gain
my trust as leverage for days
when you need my heart to
blind me from my intuition?
I'm sorry ,i know that i can be difficult_
Way too high maintenance,
too attentive to your indifference.
Too smart to deal with the bullshit
your kind often come with.
In the space of a person's mind
there's a place where vulnerability
lies_
But you're too caught up
in what you should be as a man,
too scared to let me touch the parts
of you your insecurity hides.
I won't let you take me off
a cliff to fall to my demise,
I can't let you waste me
whilst you're still figuring
out how to let yourself love.
And it might be selfish, I know.
I can't give myself up to light
a flame that might die,
by only a glimpse of you,
Only a peek at what I might find.
So I'm sorry,
I know that I can be difficult_
Too different from the girl you envisioned,
too thoughtful to be yours to deal with.
-Liyah smith