Take me Out of my Mind.

 

Take me out of my Mind.

I don’t want to ask

I want to be asked.

I don’t want to spill my mess out before anyone cares.

Because it’s a trip hazard.

For me as well as everyone else.

And a mess gets judgement

I can see it in eyes

hear in sighs

audible and implied.

I don’t want that.

I want to be seen

Understood

or distracted.

 

I’d settle for a little sprinkle of attention

Like parsley on a micro meal.

I want something real

Visceral

Subliminal

Original.

Something to take me out of my mind.

Be it by kind words of comfort

or primal rhythms of lust.

Distracting words

Caring actions

Placating vibes.

 

I don’t want to ask

Don’t make me ask.

Just love me

A little louder.

Please?

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