Ailaya's Pass Game 1
I watched him and all I could do was stand there and leave him to his deep thoughts. I could tell by the way his forehead furrowed like that that he was not enjoying the moment but thinking a million thoughts, as he was oft to do when he came to these things.
How do you let someone in and mean it? How do you say, I’m in this too, so let me in the right way? He couldn’t read my eyes. Perhaps he was too scared to even try and look behind their veils. I was scared too, terrified actually. Can you trust me? Pain is something we share. Feeling displaced is normal. I wish I fit my own skin. I want to touch you and know you’re at least real.
I see you watching my lips, how my mouth moves, when I speak. I wish I could tell you these words. It terrifies and excites me the way you listen. I want to know what you are thinking. How do I make you feel? I don’t have the guts to ask you. So I hover, like a skittish butterfly, by your side for as long as you stay. And you never ever stay for too long. I wish you would, just once, if that is all you can do.
How do you let someone in and mean it? How do you say, I’m in this too, so let me in the right way? He couldn’t read my eyes. Perhaps he was too scared to even try and look behind their veils. I was scared too, terrified actually. Can you trust me? Pain is something we share. Feeling displaced is normal. I wish I fit my own skin. I want to touch you and know you’re at least real.
I see you watching my lips, how my mouth moves, when I speak. I wish I could tell you these words. It terrifies and excites me the way you listen. I want to know what you are thinking. How do I make you feel? I don’t have the guts to ask you. So I hover, like a skittish butterfly, by your side for as long as you stay. And you never ever stay for too long. I wish you would, just once, if that is all you can do.