Passage

There was a time

when I got my way.

All I had to do was tell you

what I wanted

and I was allowed to have it.

If I have to pull your teeth

to get you to want to see me

than

all the fun of having

a lover

is gone.

Today I got off the phone

and I wanted to call you back

to tell you to forget about it.

I know that

eventually

our time will pass,

but I want to be

able to enjoy it

while I have it.

Before we slip through

each other's fingers.

Who should I tell?

There is my perspective with which I see things. I've discovered through experience it is not always best to share the things I see. I will let you know this: I can read people like books. I wouldn't be a good healer if I didn't. When I look at people I can see the places they hold tension, I can read their current state of mind/ mood. I can read the gestures they make with their hands and bodies when they speak, sometimes they tell a different story then their mouth. That being said, little can be hidden from my eyes. Sometimes, I pretend I don't notice the things that I see. I've noticed that this puts people more at ease, when people don't know I see through their veils and masks. But I know. All to well. I know.