on my mind.

i talk a lot.
but then i'm a mouse.
it's not me.
it's we.
and i don't want to be that way,
but that's just the way it is.
can i click my heals twice and things will change?
i don't want to feel so strange.

how can i communicate
when you have nothing to respond with
that will make me grow, motivate, inspire,
i have love
much love
unconditional love.
but ironically,
i'm known the least
by you.
of knowing who i really am
surface deep
mile high.
i'm complex and deep
motivational and interesting
intelligent and funny.
i try to let you explore,
get to know me to find out more.
i have a really deep core.
i want you to know it
and find it and meet it and love it.
just like you already do.
but really, you have no clue.

i never know what to say,
i just talk about my day.
and in return hear m'kay.

is there more that i don't see?
i don't know?
i'm sure there is spark and meat i don't know about!
The juice is what I want, what makes me thrive.
and i'd love to know! and hear stories!
i'm an open book!
Look;
i wish i knew more.
i wish i didn't keep it all in.
i try.

i need to be better.
or at least jot it all down in a letter.
turn those childhood memories into adult recognition
i'd want to see and breath the ambition.

love,
tiffany.