I am unable to decipher the way you look at me.
The hidden meaning within the fold of your lips.
I want to stop writing for the possibility of these words falling naked before your eyes.
Leaving nothing for you to decipher.
Only a stagnation in the air void of imagination and anticipation.
I want to be a part of the thoughts confined in the fortress of your mind.
Yet I need to appreciate that they are not mine to witness.
As my thoughts are not for you