Pacman
there is a side of you I don't know, but I know that I don't know. and it is okay that you keep it from me because it's the hurting piece of you. it's hurting you. So, I don't ask and will not ask. but there is also anger or something tumultuous there, which you hide under the hurt or layer it with hurt. you deny it. And that is fine too. somehow, that makes you incomplete, like a Pacman that would eat things, but still won't be complete. I will accept the incomplete you, the hurt you, the angry you, the tumultuous you, but I will not accept the you that keeps you from me. it shows up in not-so-profound ways between us. like when your face hardens and your eyes steel. like when you hold me back, tightening your grip. I crunch under your strength, but you continue. is it me or something else that brings this side of you? I want to know this unknown.
