I’m an open book.
I’m pretty damn transparent.
You can read my face with one look,
My emotions are very apparent.
And when it comes to my heart,
I never keep feelings hidden.
Because sure he might not feel the same way,
But I’d feel worse if I didn’t.
Very few people think I’m shy.
I’ve also gotten “wild”, “blunt”, and “bold”.
And I suppose all of that is true.
But people never call me cold.
I hold appearances very well.
I’ve gotten very good at faking it.
I can laugh very fully,
Even when I feel like shit.
It’s been a thing of pride,
Never taking a break.
Always being there for everyone,
Even if the smile on my face is fake.
And honestly I’m mad you’ve learned my tells,
I didn’t even know I had them.
And yet here you are,
Bringing peace to my mayhem.
I’m usually brave with you,
But sometimes I put up my walls.
And it’s not your fault I promise,
But the closer we get, the more scared I am of the falls.
So here’s the thing,
There once was this boy,
And I thought waiting was special.
And maybe that’s why I’m a little coy.
And it’s weird because that’s not me.
At least not the one that everyone sees.
The loud and confident woman.
But sometimes her mind won’t let her be freed.
So here I am in this weird dilemma.
I’m all sorts of freaky but I’m coy?
And it doesn’t make any sense,
Because all these things bring me joy.
Maybe if it weren’t for them making me wait,
Wondering if I were really wanted.
Then I’d still be all confidence right now,
And my mind wouldn’t be so haunted.
But now I have you,
And you’ve never made me wonder.
So I’ll let you take all of me,
And pull me under.
