The Blink

in the second look we shared
I assumed a role
so innocent it was 'til then
this arrogance overcame me
ownership issues prevailed
despite my understanding
I made us into roles
mine was buttered
and yours was not
offerer and offeree
I offered everything
and you the one wanting
all in a split second
a story arrived in mind
escorted by my fears
fears of being without
your interest in me
through my assumption
was greater than mine
in short, I pretended
to know something
still uncomfortable
knowing nothing
compelled as I am
to connect the dots
when will I outgrow
this obsession
with making sense
so that sense can begin
its art of making me again