On the Balcony

On the balcony 

 She doesn't see me 

 She doesn't know what I just read 

 She doesn't see what I see 

 Shes looking out, and then turns to look back at me 

 Assuming I'm on the balcony for the world to see 

 Not realizing what I see

 Seeing how the bridge connects 

 As she continues to walk beyond me 

 Wanting her steps to be safe and secure 

 I force myself to have faith

 But then I listen and remember the stories she tells me

 And that's what worries me

 I don't want her to see what I see I don't want her to go crazy

 I don't want her to see how the bridge connects

 Knowing she may never cross it. 

 I just want her to watch her step.

 She doesn't understand me 

 Because she cant see what I see

 or Feel what I feel 

or know what I know 

Shes a hundred percenter with a wide open heart

 I told her yesterday That often the stories she tells me I take at face value but I often don't see it at face value Or the vice versa 

I told her I am aware that she sees it and takes it at face value which may be safer for her psyche

I just want her to be safe 

And not misused and displaced 

Unaware of what some might incorrectly assume is her place

Shes a 100 percenter starting her race

I wish we communicated better

I wish she understood me better 

I try not to provide details of things I read, things I felt, and left unsaid 

I instead use similes and metaphors 

To avoid opening certain doors 

Things I think best for her not to see

To ensure her brain never starts to make connections that could make her go crazy 

So what do I say 

She angers at the analogies

Not really understanding me

Thinking that I am crazy 

I love her so much, 

I wish she could see, and understand me 

As I stand out on that balcony 

Not for the world to see, but feeling what the world is telling me 

How I wish she understood me.