Make Believe

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I thought I had grown older, wiser

That I had experienced the wide spectrum

Of life’s colors in completion.

That is a perpetual lie.

We are, and always will be

Children, at heart.

Just when one thinks they know

The game, and holds all the cards,

Someone always has a fifth ace up their sleeves.

That’s what you never see

Coming.

Ever.

You’re so young, so naïve

And yet I feel witless when in your presence

I feel scared, overwhelmed

Out of all the women I have been drawn to,

Only you do this to me,

Strip away my colors,

My experiences,

Leaving a base human,

You’ve robbed me of my confidence,

Of certainty

Of choice

Of common sense.

It’s hard to act in a play you’ve never seen the script to.

But the director has insisted that I try this particular performance

Blindfolded

Deaf.

“It’s an experiment”

What an ugly phrase

I dread the day it passes your lips.

Tell me it will never come

Lie to me.

Make me believe

In fantasy