All my life I have
dabbled in telling people precisely what
it is I need to hear, and tried
to convince myself the words I planted
in their mouths came
to them, unbidden inspiration, sentiment, however
you want to call it. All my life, I have
hated how what I need
is false, lies, trickery, never
true. All my life
I have wrestled with acceptance
of how my needs never coincide
with others' words. All my life, how
was I to know that I could never
prepare, never ready myself for
the shock of you
saying what I needed
to hear, unasked
unprecedented.
How ridiculous of me to think
just because I never vocalized
you wouldn't know and
to forget that strangely you know
to read me better and
to think that this time was any
more special than any other.
May 18, 2014
6:23 PM
edited May 19, 2014