I wish I could read your diary and see the words you’ve written about me in confidence I wish I could read your mind and hear the thoughts you think of me knowing no one will hear. Do you yearn for my presence? Do you crave my attention? Could you fill up a book with words about me? Could you stand in front of a crowd reading poetry, with my actions as your inspiration my words as your muse. If I asked you to read me one, which one would you pick? I just wish I knew what you wanted to say. I wish you’d pour your heart out to me with full vulnerability and no shame. You’re so afraid to say the truth for fear freezes your brain. I’m desperate to read the pages that you’ve filled up with my name. You’re so afraid that what you feel might push me away. If only you knew that your truth would make me stay. I wonder if you write about me. I really hope you do. I wonder if you write about me because I always write about you.
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