Distant, I am

never really there

I opened up because
You seemed to care
Seemed to want to
touch, to taste
A side of me that’s
been misplaced.
Since ever you came
in my life, I
got the feeling that
it’s alright
To be anything I
want to be
Now I’m just not sure
it was always me.
Have you seen beneath
my slinking core?
Do the parts of me that matter
leave you wanting more?
Afraid again is what I am
That who I am is not what you see –
I’ll be happy only when I know
That who you love is exactly me.

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