Sometimes people surprise you, just when you think it has hit new lows.
And I was your surprise.
It always starts with Sufi love poems, I think that's the only way for authenticity.
Because we knew we would never meet, the door swung wide open for vulnerabilty...
Tell me why this happens?
And if we were able to eye-gaze?
You said, I would cut the conversation off, before it had a chance to go anywhere, and leave you hanging...
I'd give ten thousand rubies for the effect to be changed.
Yet, here we are, relishing in delight at the opening, because there is no fear that we could get hurt.
Tell me why this happens?
Secrets spill out of mouth...I try to shove them back in, oh, no, not now, I don't even know you...
but, you find it interesting and are intrigued, so we continue in the depths, sharing answers and questions to what it is like to date and be.
open, honest, wild and raw.
Sometimes people surprise you and I was your surprise, so we handled it delicately, knew it was connection for the high of it, and let it be what it was...a blip in time.
I love conversations with strangers. We always feel so alivened through them and we crack open so much more, and then once we start to not be strangers anymore, the door closes and locks...
Do not hurt me, I scream...but I am screaming through the wrong door!
Alas, alas, it is the way and only way, to push through the fears and knock the door down.
Tangles, they call them.
I prefer to call them knots, since knots don't undo without some help, and my comb is too wide and it hurts, you know, it hurts scalp and then tears rush out and then what good are we?
So here I am in the juxtaposition of it all.
You have moved your status from 'new' to 'dear friend', and that has changed everything here internally, for you as well as me, I know. Your actions are far easier to understand and I don't understand any of it right now. Stressed is bull-crap. I want truth.
Blahing, and blahing in my head and today I said, NO. Today is for me, but somehow I'm still going to see you tonight since then perhaps it will all become clear, or perhaps more muddled, but either way something will occur.
Ah, but we take with us these little gem moments that creep up and then leave us, just as a memory fades on the sands so too do I treasure the memories that have yet to be washed away.
copy write this, since I stole your lines now and will continue to do so forever.
Dialogue is just that, and I have more words up my sleeve, darling.
And I was your surprise.
It always starts with Sufi love poems, I think that's the only way for authenticity.
Because we knew we would never meet, the door swung wide open for vulnerabilty...
Tell me why this happens?
And if we were able to eye-gaze?
You said, I would cut the conversation off, before it had a chance to go anywhere, and leave you hanging...
I'd give ten thousand rubies for the effect to be changed.
Yet, here we are, relishing in delight at the opening, because there is no fear that we could get hurt.
Tell me why this happens?
Secrets spill out of mouth...I try to shove them back in, oh, no, not now, I don't even know you...
but, you find it interesting and are intrigued, so we continue in the depths, sharing answers and questions to what it is like to date and be.
open, honest, wild and raw.
Sometimes people surprise you and I was your surprise, so we handled it delicately, knew it was connection for the high of it, and let it be what it was...a blip in time.
I love conversations with strangers. We always feel so alivened through them and we crack open so much more, and then once we start to not be strangers anymore, the door closes and locks...
Do not hurt me, I scream...but I am screaming through the wrong door!
Alas, alas, it is the way and only way, to push through the fears and knock the door down.
Tangles, they call them.
I prefer to call them knots, since knots don't undo without some help, and my comb is too wide and it hurts, you know, it hurts scalp and then tears rush out and then what good are we?
So here I am in the juxtaposition of it all.
You have moved your status from 'new' to 'dear friend', and that has changed everything here internally, for you as well as me, I know. Your actions are far easier to understand and I don't understand any of it right now. Stressed is bull-crap. I want truth.
Blahing, and blahing in my head and today I said, NO. Today is for me, but somehow I'm still going to see you tonight since then perhaps it will all become clear, or perhaps more muddled, but either way something will occur.
Ah, but we take with us these little gem moments that creep up and then leave us, just as a memory fades on the sands so too do I treasure the memories that have yet to be washed away.
copy write this, since I stole your lines now and will continue to do so forever.
Dialogue is just that, and I have more words up my sleeve, darling.
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