It's not that I don't want to get the gift.
I know you love me.
I know you try to understand.
But please. Don't push me.
Don't antagonize me.
Don't ask me rhetorical questions, to which you've already decided the answer.

I know you mean well.
I know you want to lay the right bricks to a solid foundation.
But please. Let me do it on my own, in my own stride.

SHAHIFIED

I love your eyes
Your smile
Your face of symmetry
Yet, everything falls out of place when you appear
The way you giggle
Or just glance
You say the right things
Move the right way
Wear the blatantly right clothes
I’m in love with the intangible
This superficial love clouds the true
But I can almost taste you
With every quiver of your lips
I can almost feel you
And then conscience speaks…