What would you have me do? Tell you that I think you’re cute, funny, kind, and sweet? That I find your intelligence incredibly attractive and your presence invigorates my desensitized senses?
And for what? So that your silence can continue to foment my inquietude?
No love. I will not say those things, for you know them all too well.
Rather, you will see me running through this world like the carefree wind blowing by your ear. Do you hear that? It’s the music of my soul, ecstatic in its knowledge of the vigor of my power. A creative soul.
Take your time love. Mull over what you need and what you want. Peruse your thoughts. Listen to the words you yearn to say and heed the silence that you hold so dear.
When you’re ready and your lips regain their usual smirk, I will know if the words coming from my lips are the words we need to hear.
“Confession” by Azul Serena