my simplicity was your complexity my way of letting things be brought you to a confusion that could not allow the fusion of usmy uncertainty lead you to be uncertain about me i never
saw things the way you did i don’t think i ever could but I could have tried i saw the look in your eyes the way you felt it could have turned out to be the way you thought you
could give yourself to me don’t make me seem crazy i felt the way you pulled me in and pushed me away this sway of your touch and go tangoyou didn’t have to pull me out onto the floor if
you weren’t ready to dance.
if you weren’t ready to catch me if I tripped over my two left feeti would have been fine leaning on the one thing I thought was stable, my table for one,
the silence during my meal was not yours to steali felt the way you felt, the way you held me and laughed about promiscuity jokingly,
jokes on me or maybe I’m wrong about that tooit’s uncomfortable to say the words I stole from you.maybe i’m wrong about that too.