why do i sigh (a little relieved)
when fear comes tumbling out of your mouth
your urgent words collide into each other
in their haste to express what i hardly have the courage to sum up
and therefore reply with silence
(and a deeply quiet marvel)
at how insecurity is such an odd leveler
an overlooked equaler
you.
“yes…me” (pleading eyes) it’s showtime.
what?
“well I…” (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion
yes?
“I was helpless…I didn’t really know you for you until i went astray”
do you really expect me to believe that?
(nodding-nods) no.
I thought…
(meet eyes, peer within) check mate.
No not again…I won’t be fooled
“yes…i swear” (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish)
how dare he question?
fine. what happened…happened
(look down, stay still) quick wipe that smirk off
so what now?
“I….I need more time” (sigh) again, more defeated and sad (sigh)
why do you need more time?
“hmmm….because.” (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed)
lies take time you know…
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