I have this haunting feeling
that there’s a secret side of you I don’t even know.
There are times when you keep things so well tucked away
that I don’t realize what you are thinking or dealing with
until eventually, one of those things manifests itself in other ways,
and you share just enough to give me a glimpse
from the surface.
I want to know all of you,
so that I can love all of you;
the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I don’t want to wake up twenty-five years from now wondering,
“Who this person is lying beside me?”
I want to know
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I want to finish your sentences for you,
even if only in my head.
But, part of me likes surprises;
likes the mystique and the mystery,
likes the way you keep me guessing,
likes the way I am still discovering who you are.
So, as long as you keep on peeling,
I’ll keep on loving you -
one layer at a time.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
Wake up with an ugly old bed head
Breakfast is coffee and stale bread
I'd like to complain
About taxes and rain
But I won't
'Cause at least I am not dead
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC