You think you have me all figured out. But you don’t. I am selective in what I share. But go on thinking you ever thought you knew me. 

You can only know someone by the way their actions stir your soul; the way they move. Words only have so much power. Did you kiss her tears as she felt your truth pool in the corners of her eyes? Did you feel her warmth, her hunger or love as she hugged you and held on? Or did you let her go, did you cower too soon to even try? 

You don’t know me. You never even tried to know me at all.