Reading You

I watched your face
as you read these few poems
and I wonder if I should have showed you.
I wonder if they will scare you,
or just freak you out.
I wonder if one will make you sad.
I wonder if it will change everything
or anything.

I watched your face
as you read these few poems.
The happy ones made you happy.
the angry one made your face freeze.
You showed nothing. Empty.
A poker face.

Should I have showed you that part?
What do you think about it?
Can you deal with the pain
I felt before?
I can't put the blame on you,
It hurts too much now
to hurt you.

I want to see past your face,
As you read these few poems.
I want to read the inside of your mind,
Like it's a book I can't put down
And have to keep reading until 3am
and I fall asleep with it on my chest.

I want to read you.
I want your emotions laid out
in front of me.
In front of pretty pictures,
for everyone to see.