Reading You

As I haven't updated this for a while I thought I'd treat you all to a second poem today. It's like some kind of awful two for one deal, you don't really want two but you can't help but take the second. You know you probably won't enjoy it or even use it but what would be the point of leaving it behind?

So moving on, here is the poem. I think it's pretty self explanatory... I really must try to be more vague and pretentious in my writing.

Reading you

One day you’re face and thoughts will be open to me.

I’ll barely need that one little flicker to know what you want.

Not what you want, but what you need,

what you may not even realise yourself,

but I’ll know.

One day I’ll read you

like my favourite book
the one I’ve read over and over again
the one I know word for word
but still come back to.

One day we won’t speak.

Just for one day.
We won’t need to verbalise.
We’ll know what we want and
know what we need and
we will act without words.

I can’t read you yet.

I try and I try,
but I don’t think you’re ready
to be read.
I forgive you,
because I won’t let you read me,
yet.

One day I won’t need to hide.

I won’t be able to
because you’ll know.
You’ll know because you will read me.
You’ll know that I love you
and that will be okay.