Shower Thoughts

I don’t want you to know me from a hundred fourty Letters printed post a spurt of fleeting happy moments And profile pictures captured from angles becoming Hue and contrast tinkered, I don’t want you to know me. I don’t want to know you from a show reel of self-portraits With eye line pivoting off centre chasing false reflection Words condensed with sweetness charmingly deceptive Signals mixed, intent concealed, I don’t want to know you. No, I want to know you when your hair is tangled up and messy When your legs are swollen and your eyelids looming heavy When you’ve given up on trying to impress and there’s One too many wrinkles on your dress, I want to know you. And I want you to know me when there’s nobody around to notice The way my confidence gets shaken by the morals of ghost stories And how I hold on to every word misplaced because it’s honest Our fingers linked, entwined, stealing light from the sunrise, I want you to know me. - vktr