I fell asleep after dark. I imagined myself in love. I told you I had everything to live for. I created a haven in your heart, somewhere safe for my thoughts, my dreams, the things I imagined. I held the fragile pieces together. Carefully with my fingertips lest they come apart. Brittle, they could break. So I was tender. I whispered, and I wrote. I said things I wasn’t brave enough to anyone else and was amazed by my own audaciousness. I loved. I felt safe with you, somehow I felt safe.
There is so much I want from you, so much I need, so much I am too scared to ask for. It’s not that I think you won’t give it, you would or you’d try to satisfy whatever silly demand I made of you. But rather, I wish you knew without me having to ask, wish you could read my mind, read me. Because when you don’t know, what it is I need from you, it makes me think that you don’t know me at all.