You stay on the surface,
hovering in superficiality.
Floating in small talk
and trivial conversations.
Don't you want to
find something deeper?
More than just
toes in the water.
What would happen
if you immersed yourself?
Would you drown in
my insecurities?
Would you get lost
in my doubts?
Or would you be able
to swim in my skin?
Would you find a rhythm
in the chaos inside?
Would you be adept to
make sense of my mess?