Could you let down your hair
Be transparent for awhile, just a little while
To see if you're human after all
Mutual respect; fun; understanding, he says, before walking off offended when I ask to be alone, because his mood swings confuse me and he scares me.
I realise, I'm used to winning, and I can never win with this one. He's stronger, smarter, quicker, more stubborn. The only reason I'm here is because I was the one to reach out in the stony silence. And even now I don't get so much as an "I'll try"; no promises, we both understand that'd be false, but barely any hint at commitment. And on every level I try to assert myself I'm reminded I won't win and he won't lose. I can't remember why I started trying again.