You are so guarded. (So am I)
that even your emotive side is a projected image of yourself. pretending to be tough plus pretending to be that sensitive you are too many layers of pretension to uphold
I feel like everything you send me is fake, it isn’t real.
It’s pouring out of the sun but it isn’t light
(I had a dream last night)
Dreaming of you has opened up this reservoir of cherry stained blues
And I’m blessed with the notion of knowing.
I never got to tell you that. I never got to tell you this.
I was guarded then
so were you.
You built a fortress with arrows and spikes then put roses in the window
I couldn’t smell them over there
but they looked pretty from afar
Your hand cupped in vulnerable grabbed mine
& freed me.
I didn’t laugh. I just loved that you trusted me.