A plea for space

Being swept up with someone you love and do not trust

Oh these dark mornings,
and the restless nights that precede them
The whirring of contemplation
lingering in my mind
Losing my footing, slipping my grip
I watch myself, watching you watching me

I see and I cannot pretend
I see that I cannot pretend,
my body will twitch my face will itch as I
as I
am unable to relax and be me
so I watch. Intently. And I hear my inner whispers
but I still try to contort reality
to fit with what I think I want
so I
don't listen
didn't listen
Did you hear?