Let me spin a tale about you

I do not care for your half hearted smiles 

And your crazy stories 

And the lies that dances off your lips 

I do not have the time to watch you unravel 

An act you bring to every show 

And get praise for a performance 

You spend half the time in the mirror practicing 

But strangely,

I do care about you 

I care for the rare days of revelation  

Standing in your nature 

And forcing my gaze upon you 

A deep stare into your soul 

Blending into the characters you mold 

I have never asked you why you chose me 

Neither will I beg you to stay 

But we do know one thing 

In this life 

And the next one after 

You belong to me 

So go, perform for the world  

Only me knows that at night 

You come to lay your head on my arms  

Tears streaming onto my chest, 

A shared vulnerability. Our silent script. 

Oby