First time I met you
I didn't want to know more
the simple way you said things
was more than enough.
But I stuck it through,
when I realised there was something
similar, about me and you.

Each time you smiled,
I wanted to tell you not to.
Then I didn't look past
what was right in front of me
now I look at the sides,
my mind continues on its rides
through journeys of perception.

When I peeled back the plastic
there was something more, it was
so weird, surreal. Again, I didn't want
to know more. People are a different person
sometimes, without their friends. They can
be free. We can be free. You, me.
I realised you were starting to see
and too, you were scared.

Like an open book, you read me
knowing my moves so well -
after all, they are,
the ones you play yourself.