look away

I think I'm looking for proof that I can go in between the lines. That you can touch the pages of your life unseeing of mine. I want to be this quiet emphasis. Unreachable but seen even when not perceiving. At least I think I don't want to be perceived. There's a part of me reaching out wanting to tear the whole book apart. Tear away the chapters of my memory and leave your slate fresh clean. A exhale you barely feel. Being written into your story is exhausting for us both.