Is It Over?

I see you.

I see your strengths.

I see your weaknesses.

I see your eyes.

I see your lips.

I see your tears.

 I see your soul.

I see you.

I taste you.

I taste your lips.

I taste your skin.

I taste your fluids.

I taste your sweat.

I taste you.

I hear you.

I hear your heartbeat.

I hear your music.

I hear your voice.

I hear your words.

I hear your pleasure cries.

I hear you.

I smell you.

I smell your cooking.

I smell your freshness.

I smell your stink.

I smell your musk.

I smell your breath.

I smell your pheromones.

I smell your fear.

I smell you.

I feel you.

I feel your emotions.

I feel your love.

I feel your softness.

I feel your hardness.

I feel your pain.

I feel your joy.

I feel your excitement.

I feel you.

I see you.

I see you trying to hide the things I see.

I see you.

I taste you.

I taste you trying to trying to trick my taste buds.

I taste you.

I hear you.

I hear you trying to silence the symphony i hear from you.

I hear you.

I smell you.

I smell you trying to wash out the scents I smell.

I smell you.

I feel you.

I feel you trying to hide the things you feel, so I won't feel them. Because you love me so much, you don't want me to hurt like you. But I want to feel every part of your pain, every piece of your prayers, every participant in your parade of emotion.

Let me to feel you.

Let me sense you.

Let me tell you to stop hiding right now, or

Let me go right now.

So you tell me: Is it over?