I'd like to think he's crazy,
But I talk to myself, too.
I didn't feel the need to impress him,
But rather, the need not to.

If I could exist in a vacuum,
And feel everything else sucked away,
Until I was stripped bare
Of clothes
And hair,
Of likes and tastes and proclivities,
And simply be
Myself.
Then I could be that one
That can stand alone
In your presence
And offer nothing,
Until you feel for yourself
That same stripping away.
Then you would be free, too.
And then,
We could talk
To each other.

- jenn