Don't lie to me...

just tell me that you'd rather not sense

my presence in any way.

Just tell me that you'd rather enjoy the

snatched benefits of your lovely freedom.

When I'm there, do I remove your peace?

I think I do.

I can see it.

I hear it, as well.

You were well aware of what comes

forward to you, and so am I.

I guess you were under the impression

that my mind was on break.

It was actually alive and ready to receive.

I can understand wanting to be alone,

and I'm sorry if I take easy your peace...

with every innocent step I take;

with every adolescent word that I utter,

with my still learning mind.

It's funny how the only way you can

get it back, is if you can't

sense my presence.