I like to be explored. I want to be explored. He tried to stare into the depths of my soul and searching every part. Even the ones I wanted to cover. They weren’t worthy of the light of others.
He loved everything he had learned about me. He thought I was eccentric, natural, the Eyrkah Badu type. Yoga, tea, chakras. Holistic. Earthy. I danced barefoot, feeling the earth under my toes. Each move smoother than the last until I became a blur of movement, capturing the heart of those who caught a glimpse.
Except, that wasn’t me. I’m an ocean and he explored my goodness. Unable to dive further into my darkness, he floated for hours at the top. He created an image of me I couldn’t live up to. Not that I wanted to.