make-believe in boundaries

don’t get too close

i might love you too much

take some time to get to know you

ask the questions no one else would

the truth being: 

i’m perfectly happy supporting

your dreams—the wild ones

and saying all the things ‘cause

i mean them

 

you see, despite my history,

i’m still struggling

to make-believe in boundaries

as if i believe in anything

that feels like withholding

love

or who I am

or who you might be

or what we might have in common

it’d be like knowing the exact turns required

to get to the treasure

x on a map

we could draw it together

 

so before we get started,

proceed with caution,

i’m still lost on

how to talk with half the energy,

close the valve on my inquiring,

tread the water, avoid the deep end—

the only game of pretend

i’ve ever succeeded in

was thinking

two people could agree to go all-in

without risking

e v e r y t h i n g