Don’t think I can’t.
You think you’re so clever
trying to hide it behind a half-smile
or a tip of your hat.
Don’t you get it?
I know what’s going on.
I might have even known it
before you did.
Do you still not know?
Don’t you even have a clue?
Let me sit down for just a moment
and spell it out for you.
Lies.
That’s it.
It’s really that simple.
What do you mean?
You honestly think I believe
that you have absolutely no idea
what I’m talking about?
It’s very easy.
I mean, you do it all of the time.
The glances, the waves, and the smiles
that never quite reach the eyes.
They all do it.
They try to hide what’s really there.
And I must applaud all of your hard efforts
because they work on most people.
But not me.
I know you too well.
I see right through it every time
you try to hide it.
How do I know?
It’s written on your face.
And if that wasn’t enough for you,
it shows in your eyes.
Listen to me.
I am not talking to you
about those pretty hues you have,
but something deeper.
It tells it all.
All of the deep, dark, secrets
and all of the words left unsaid.
It shouts them to the world.
It’s alright.
Just come out and tell me.
I really wish that you would;
you’ll feel better after.
I get it now.
It’s a matter of trust.
What if I told you truthfully
that I won’t judge you for being you?
It’s not enough
and I now understand the why.
It’s impossible for you to hide from me
that you’ve been hurt before.
So I’ll be patient.
I can wait here for you
and the day when you feel
you can trust again.
I’ve told you now.
Don’t be surprised anymore
about how I know what I know.
I have nothing to hide.
You told me
before you didn’t tell me
and I’ll tell you
that you can tell me
any thing
any time
any place.
Once you’re ready.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I see them.
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