I can’t see you
But you can see me
Is this the way
it’s supposed to be?
You are allowed to see everything
My insides—my out—
my very being
Every feeling of doubt
But what am I permitted to see of you?
Only the exterior I have at hand
Is this your true self?
This sketch—this brand?
Is there something more?
Something infinitely deeper?
That you will not allow
To be seen by this seeker?
Perhaps I might think
With your permission to glance
Even more of you
There’s always a chance
But without this permission
This giving of clue
My impressions, my insights
Are somewhat askew
Open up — let me in
There’s nothing to fear
I only want closeness
I only want near
Access to your presence
Nearness to your soul
Knowledge of the things
That make you whole
Don’t need to change you
Just want some access
Help me understand
What makes you your best
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