…from you for you
…from you for you
He asks me how I can be so cruel, how I can shut down with the one wrong word uttered from his lips
He asks me to phone, he asks me to hold, and he asks me to love and when I do he asks me why something is missing
He wonders why he only knows facts about my life, facts about my past and facts about my present; he asks me why he still doesn’t know me
I tell him I learned it from you
He wants me to release myself to him, release my mind and reservations, and give him the most precious part of me
He wants me to listen, he wants me to tell, he wants a formal introduction to my life and he wants to stay there
He asks why it hasn’t happened yet, he asks when it’s going to happen and he asks if it’s ever going to happen
I tell him I learned it from you
He asks if this is who I am, he asks if this is his problem, he asks that I believe I am the most beautiful girl in the world
He asks if I’m dead, he asks if this is only temporary and if his persistence has worn me down yet
He asks if I’m trying, he asks if he’s not trying hard enough, he asks why we are still not one person
I tell him I learned it from you
I want to pretend that it wasn’t only moments ago that I lay sprawled on my floor screaming your name, clutching my heart and wishing my legs would move to run after you
I want to say to him that I am here and I know that I have more tears left and more of myself to give
I want to lose myself around him, to hang on to him and make sure everyone hears me, I want to have pride in us
I want to be drunk on our new courtship, constantly dizzy with joy and have our affection be infectious
But, that was only for you…