Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Could I be real to you?
For a moment?
But only if you mean it.
Stream it through my consciousness and bill me by the month.
Thrill me in the quiet hours.
Alone with you and me... and darkness.
I want showers of you upon me, drinking in your heavy scent for days and trying not to drown
When I get around you my face falters, stalls.
Behind these walls there is a woman that lay dying for you.
Crying for you to be more than an unfair illusion playing tricks upon my soul's eyes.
I despise the moments wasted without your presence.
Wanton, and weak... weary and hopeless when you depart.
Please forgive me my fragile heart.
And open your arms to the possibility
That I could be
REAL
To you.
For a moment.

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izB...this reminded me of a poem i wrote a couple of years ago. "let you go" it's not the same thing at all, because the intention was different and most probably the extent of the relationship too, but that feeling of "i see you (loud and clear), but do you see me?"...that "could i be real to you?" thing...been there...

...here's something i forget for long periods of time. we have the keys to our personal prisons & at some point we can make the logical choice. but only we know when we're ready for that...

deep questions & beautiful answer izzy!!!!!! bravo!!!!!

SG you have no idea how many times I have found myself in relationships, platonic or otherwise where I am asking "could I be real to you". In every sense of the question. Can you understand me? Can I be myself? Can I be more to you than an idea? It is so hard to connect with people sometimes.

Arcadia! Thank you! I am flattered and humbled. You praise makes my day, always.