sometimes i wonder
if you can read me.
if you can go beyond the layers
of everyday eccentricities
that i so diligently place over myself.
the thoughts
the stories
the poems
i place in front of what i really feel.
sometimes i wonder
if you can read me.
to reach me, and stubbornly insist
that we sit down
hide our clocks
and
just
see.
oh you with those knowing eyes and the cautious smile.
you with that careless laughter and funny frown
you effortlessly interchange
whenever i try
to describe
the things i see
from where i sit.
sometimes i wonder
if you can read me.
i'll tell you a story.
find me.
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