Curious…

And, if I gave a fuck about what you think. What is it you see in me? If I was to entertain what you believe, who would I be? Trapped in your head is a version of me that’s walking through your immunity. But, here I am in reality. Asking you, “who am I to your tongue”? From your chest to your mouth, let the words of the heart be sung. In the more of knowing by telling it like it is. How is it we coexist. Is there more you want from me trying to find my way? Or am I an afterthought that never reaches your claim? Let’s say, I’m interested in your perception of me. Will you open your mind to tell me things? Do tell. It’s just us here, no one else. If I wasn’t pretending to care. Could you dare? How is it you envision me in your thoughts? If I was to be curious to hear your words reach more than the walls. What depiction of myself lingers in your head that I do not know of? If I was waiting on you to seize the opportunity to speak on hate, like, luv or lusts. Am I considered to be at least one? Or am I to sit in a ponder of, huh? If I was to put you on the spot to possibly awaken an interest. And again, you’re not someone I’d choose to dismiss. If I made you feel like your opinion mattered for a moment in time. So we can acknowledge if anyone else comes into our lives. And, if I were to listen to what you volunteer to say. What would it sound like if you said my name? In its true form, released from your lips. Do I help your smile or do I leave you pissed? For once in my life, if I were to be intrigued. What an I to thee?