| Intimate secrets, intimate details.
This is what she shared with me.
I felt myself as her support.
The wall she could lean on.
She's a strong girl.
But inside a girl with a lot of hurt
A lot of pain that has tempered her
like fire does to iron making steel
She has risen up, I admire her.
Yet she's a little girl
And I wanted to be there for her
I care for her
I want her to be happy.
A relationship with me?
That's not what you want
Ask my girlfriend's from the past.
Right now I'm only ready to be a good friend
But I think now I may have lost that too. |
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| It’s just her and me left at the table
I look at my cards
Too many times I’ve come up insufficient
She sits there waiting for me to make my move
Should I go for it? Will I be man enough?
Why does it have to be a win lose situation?
Why does making the move feel like jumping across a deep chasm?
I don’t trust myself to make the leap. Afraid of falling
What if I lose? Is that such bad thing?
At least it’s better than wondering what if?
I sit there thinking, look into her eyes.
I’m staring at her, trying to read her.
Or am I just giving myself away?
She looks right back at me and I look away.
She smiles, anticipating, daring.
So full of confidence.
Yet she still waits.
Wondering if I’m going to finish what I started
What we both started
I hate what ifs
What if I went for it?
What if I risked it all?
She’s sitting there still waiting
Finally I make my move
Risk it all
Yes, the outcome may not be what I want
But that’s better than always wandering what would have happened
I give her a knowing smile.
“I’m all in.”
I lay my chips on the table
She smiles back
And without words tells me “right move.”
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