The more I let you
See the real me,
and the more of me
I slowly reveal to you
The more transparent
I become.

The paper thin lies I
Try to feed you are
Easily ripped to shreds
By your wise eyes
And knowing smiles.

I hate being this close
To you and
depending on you
the way I do.
I can't believe I
Showed this much to you
When I haven't showed
This much to others
I've known for years.

There's something about you
That lets me open up
And pour my heart and soul,
Worries and fears,
Dreams and goals
Into your listening
Accepting and caring pierced ear.

That something, I'm not sure
What it is yet. Maybe it's
The way you always have time to
Listen to me freak out about
The newest problems in my life.

Or maybe it's the way
You smile that sad smile at me
When you see me staring
Intently at my shoes and
Biting my lip.

Maybe. Maybe not.
Whatever it is,
I'm glad it's there
And I'm glad
You're there too.