Just Me Being Me
Just Me Being Me
what a strange realization
when I discovered
that I was giving
so much more than I got energetically
that I was dancing so fast
because I didn’t
want to see that my partner
was standing still
feet planted firmly
on the ground beneath her
throwing me the occasional bone
so I’d keep at it
keep entertaining her
allowing her to see
parts of me only the poet knows
until she could make
her end game somehow rational
I wonder if I should feel the fool
because I now realize
her Maginot line of fear
must be maintained at all cost through
smoke and mirrors
that pass for giving
then some tiny voice
scratched at the shadows
asking me if I was seeing the truth
and I ignored it because
I wanted what I wanted
I know better than to
ignore the inner voice
so even though I hurt
I could never blame her
for my pain and sadness when
all she did was be her self
and count on me being me…
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