I Can't... in Him

  • June 28, 2020, 9:53 a.m.
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You told me I keep you on your toes and no woman has ever done that. You stay on guard because whenever, wherever, you want to be ready for whatever I pull out of my bag. Lol

Except when I look at you and sear away the bullshit and see you. Not what you can do for me or what you do for me, but I see you. Your flaws, your dirt, and I love you anyway.

I can’t read you most of the time. I know you. I see you, yet I can’t read you. Most men are as predictable as a recurring tv show formula. You have your ways that I see coming, but I see through them. I can’t read you and that makes me insecure. That makes me scared.

When I get inside my own head and wonder and stir me up, I have to talk to you, to ask you to quiet my fears. I feel your guard a lot and I know why it’s there. You can’t give me all of you because you’ve got to be at home.

I just keep going back to I did this to us and I can’t make it right. It’s too late to make it right.

But here we are. Still, here we are.

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