Girlfriend

You are that one
whose words to
my ears are playful
but truthful
(you have a way of
tiptoeing
towards sad eyes,
catching them by surprise),
in you resides
the safe zone of my
schizophrenic swing,
indeed dear,
I do not get anxious
over you, I do not burn
for you, I do crave
your presence, I do not
ache over your absence,
nor over you being
part of my life.

It is as harmonic as we wish to keep it.
(did I just say we?)

We share whatever
is in our minds,
fearing not rejection,
nor expecting complete acceptance;
just open hearts,
open ears,
and all of this,
all of this is
between
you
and
me
because we’re not…
we’re simply not…
.
.
.
.
Girlfriends.