you can't be this good, this patient, this sweet
i shall provoke you
not of mal-intention or black heart
but i need to see, i need to see
you can't be this loving, this calm, this devoted
i shall poke you, push you
I need to see how far you swing away
before you swing on back
I am used to pendulums
mostly broken and erratic
I am used to patterns, askew
So forgive me, love
if sometimes I run away
I know it's not fair
to test you, to not trust you
to turn my back
just to see if you will still be there
when i am brave enough
to look over my shoulder
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