all of me: can you tell me you want all of me?
you want to take all of me, and that you’re no good without all of me: tell me that you want all of me and not all of someone else, can you keep your pieces on the floor please? we can really put you back together, not hide your mess under the bed — so stay like that, stay in pieces, so we can put you back together.
be your self, don’t pretend, no more pretending please, no matter how i react, no matter what i say, take off your mask, stop your charade, honestly, be authentic, I want to hold you
I almost felt good to know that you needed me, that you felt maybe you couldn’t go on without me for a bit, but is that what scares you about us being close? that you need me? that you can’t go on without me but you can’t control me, I could leave you — and now I feel as if this is all in smoke even though I have your love, at least, even if you lie and cheat and betray me, at least you’ll somehow say that you love me.
seeing you cry and curled up into my chest, I saw the real you. for once, I saw a real peek into you. the things you said, the way you held your head down, the snot in your nose, the cries — you spoke and expressed but each word came out with a stutter, with a hesitation, with a breathlessness — i finally saw, clearly, how unnatural it was for you to speak and open to me.
i’m selfish because i want to see more of that. i want to see more of this real you. i want to know more about this real you. i don’t want you to lose yourself but i think you’ll find more of your pieces if you show me, if you keep your mask off, if you let yourself be broken.
but what about me? all of me? it’s worse that you don’t remember, that you don’t know why, that I have to take a leap of faith, now maybe you know how I have felt, so scared I’d lose you. but it was because you were on the edge of completely leaving me. you have such an advantage, knowing i’m too weak to leave you though part of me almost will say “I want to go,” but that part is quiet and hurt and angry and has to pick up my own pieces by myself — the person I thought I knew seemed to do something devilish, and I was hoping I’d never find out that you are like those other men.
don’t close up now, I don’t deserve that, I don’t deserve you to close up, I do these things for you, I’ve done these things for you, I held you like my own in my arms, held you like a newborn out of love because even though I felt so betrayed, I’m too weak when I see you cry when I know you wouldn’t move. Even though I felt so betrayed, I walked up to you because I knew you wouldn’t move because I knew you’d let everything fall and wouldn’t try.
and I thought i felt your love, things changed so much in Spain. something in you changed when you saw me again, changed where I finally felt your love, I finally felt like you wanted me at least a little bit. I want to feel your feelings by your laughter, your crying, your restless legs, your sulking body, your breathless and difficult words of expression, say the scary things. say you need me, say the scary feelings. say the outlandish irrational things. say them to me. say it to me.
But I have to try, I have to do something, because I needed your support because I wanted support because I wanted the truth because I wanted you and only you and to be meshed together in a union and to be ebbing back and forth together and I have to believe you when you say it like that, I have to believe you when you say you don’t know why, I have to believe you when you don’t say anything at all, I have to believe you when you freeze, I have to believe you when you close up, I have to trust you and believe you I have to trust and believe that you really love me