What would I be without
you?
You, who let me laugh, or
dance, or cry without shame
Who let me speak my truth
while hiding it
Since I know you'll be the
one to take the blame?
Inhibitions and arbitrary
notions of propriety
All fall away when you're
with me
You make it all somehow
acceptable to society
It's what they came to see
What must they think when
you're gone,
When I'm suddenly so
awkwardly ordinary
Without you to give
instincts permission
And my jokes are only
funny in my head?
A flutter of a fan or a
toss of a feather boa
No consequences when I bat
my eyes
Funny how much easier
honesty comes to me
When everybody thinks it's
all stories and lies
What must he think when
you're gone,
When I'm just flaking
makeup and messy hair,
When even hello has hidden
meanings?
Can he see me? Does he
just want you?
Maybe we're all just smoke
and mirrors
Imposter syndrome and
infatuation:
Such an enticingly
destructive combination!