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I promise she will reflect herself in her questions

She'll reveal how she feels, by how she asks you for acceptance

Unveiling her truth, as she sheds the curtains

She’s trying to show you what’s inside

But what she doesn’t get herself is that this plan that she’s concocting;

She desperately wants you to prove to her that she’s worth it

Once you see this need she has, her true self becomes obscured

All that could be seen is lost in what she’s looking for

Suddenly she’s created her chess game,

Carved each piece with her hands, woven beneath us a board

Do you see her tactic

Do you ever see any player as lost?

This one, she's hidden in her own strategy

Are you ready to play?

Do you mind if there isn’t a winner?

Will you be hurt from the fall?

When the game disintegrates beneath you as she realizes,

the objective will never be carried away

in a pair of your outstretched arms

You can’t make her worthy

You can’t make another whole

If she had understood that,

she might have never played with you at all.

While I don’t know if love is always like this

I don’t have much experience

I do posses a lot of fears

They reconcile what I lack, manifesting in caution

I don’t trust you, or her,

not anyone

In my modestly numerated years,

I have set free to fall more saltwater onto pillowcases

Than I ever wish to again