I stuttered I stared
I touched something,
Something for which I thought I no longer cared

In the midst of oo’s and awes
In the lines drawn
I drew myself outside the frame

So did I lose it?
Am I reckless?
Do I wantonly pursue it?

Is the door closed or has it just been modified
Was I right the whole time?
Could I be wrong now?

To quote myself
I dig, I dig on the hidden her
Stunned by the private truth
The honest portrayal of self I saw
That thing I touched when I was invited in
I went but I only toed the water
Should I have dove into the deep

I stuttered I stared
You touched in me something
Something for which I no longer cared

In the midst of panic and fear
With a gauntlet drawn
I pushed and broke away

I may have lost it
Reckless in my thoughts and actions
Would you still use it?

My closed doors now open
You were right the whole time
I want what I think to be wrong now.

I stutter I stare…