Just Me Being Me

Just Me Being Me what a strange realization when I discovered that I was giving so much more than I got energetically that I was dancing so fast because I didn’t want to see that my partner was standing still feet planted firmly on the ground beneath her throwing me the occasional bone so I’d keep at it keep entertaining her allowing her to see parts of me only the poet knows until she could make her end game somehow rational I wonder if I should feel the fool because I now realize her Maginot line of fear must be maintained at all cost through smoke and mirrors that pass for giving then some tiny voice scratched at the shadows asking me if I was seeing the truth and I ignored it because I wanted what I wanted I know better than to ignore the inner voice so even though I hurt I could never blame her for my pain and sadness when all she did was be her self and count on me being me…