She plays it too cool.
Too cold. Too casual. Too quiet.
So she will never be too much, too loud, too intolerable.
She says nothing, she doesn't initiate. She follows cues, only reflecting what is given.
She becomes too plain.
But she likes to touch, to taste, to cry, to be afraid.
She wants to feel anything other than the everyday.
She likes to listen, to offer hope,
To make you feel less strange.
She will tell you, you belong
You have a place.
And she will hide away.
Her feelings, her desires, her dreams
Will give way.
Just to make sure that you will always be ok.