Soft dancing feet

Dancing in a room filled with people 

Looking for your eyes and never finding them. 

Never looking too close. 

As I feel you need distance. As I feel you need to keep away. 

As I need to keep away, but my feet are soft and have a life of their own, when dancing. 

And your leaving without saying goodbye, made my feet dance forever and my eyes red. 

little people of my own

close encounter with making little people become, overcome big emotions, making them feel and understand what and why they seem to feel what they feel. A lot of anger is involved. More than I would like. 

white rose

Many months sinced you asked if I could pick you up. 

Anyone could pick me up you said.

Then you arrived alone with a taxi in a strange city. 

I was wearing something black and a rose in my hair. 

A white rose that I tossed at your feet for my 30 something summers have passed quick. Last year a white rose was in my heart, but had so many thornes that it need it to be unplacked. 

change

Change of pase 

change of attitude 

change i am afraid of

as I like your voice 

your presence 

your almost always lack of modesty 

your determination

your mind and even the way you get slightly annoyed. 

the way you take a point (a criticism) and you make it into a tennis ball that hits hard the "initial" argument. 

the way you are around me, without masks. 

I like your reality. 

Change I am afraid of. As I like your pressence and your voice and it is something that easily disappears, leaving space only for soulless emoticons. 

your king

Trust is the softest piece of the puzzle 

And I trust you as I would have known you forever. I know your trust comes late. Comes with a comitment and comes as the most important gift, as it is the case for my trust as well - I got your back. I may not agree. I may get annoyed, but when you need me, I always close the bridge of trust. Your king is my king. 

Lied to 

I don't do. Even professionaly. 

false pretenses and false words 

breach of trust, can not make peace with. 

Trust is given in layers. My first layer is my skin. Need to save it from explosion. 

2 inches

Direct and unapologetical conversations that I prefer always to absence or to keeping thoughts back. 

I already know you are 2 inches smarter, but only 2, in a good day. 

Sometimes you lack tact and good will, when you are comfortable enough. 

Because you know you are right. And I know you are. And this annoys me. Challenges me. 

Makes me want to get better 

2 inches better, 2 inches too late.