I’m tired of the
back and forth
banter,
the pretending
Trust me, I’m
stepping over the line
Trust me, I’m
pushing the boundaries
brushing your back
with my fingertips
letting the earth
come crashing down
Another afternoon
another night
passes and I
forget my bag
of tricks and logic
stumbling blindly
into a room
where everything is
all too real.
And I want to scream at you
for not stepping
over the line-
just
trust me
But no, never mind
Back and forth
banter
Let’s just
pretend
I hope the "you" in this poem
I hope the "you" in this poem did, eventually, step over the line.