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no black & white
how can I
meet you
without speaking to what troubles me
to what might cloud our connection
how can I hold your gaze
if my authentic self is not entirely welcome
if I have to hide an issue
likely upsetting our dynamic
how can I relate to you,
if you would rather I censor
what my heart feels
if I have to tiptoe around you
avoiding the egg shells
how can I trust you
if I have to gate-keep
your boundaries
honesty does not trump all
yet, with my wounds exposed
lying was never an option
even at the risk of you walking away
even at the risk of losing all we shared
my truth and its immature expression
– uncomfortable to hear –
does not rob you of choice
nor diminish what is yours
