072910 If You Were A Mind Reader, Will You Run Away?

If you were a mind reader, you'd get a blistering headache from reading all the thoughts that surround me like a heavy fog that shrouds the clarity completely like some present wrapped in layers and layers of duct tape. You'd throw your hands up and an exasperated huff of frustration would escape from your pursed lips. Even if you had the power to see through it all, I'd be like some baby chick surrounded by a cluster of thorns that would pierce your skin until it was raw and angry. I'd see the blood and try to reach out to you and tend to your wounds, but I'd be hurting you more and just watch as you surely give up.

If you were a mind reader, I'd be confusing your mind, encircling it with contradictions and endless streams of self-conscious whispers like a viper strangling your thoughts because together all my thoughts swallow time whole and nibble at the edges of insanity's curiosity.

If you were a mind reader, I'd pity you and try to suppress my mind's activity because it'll definitely trip you so many times that your knees are a darker shade from all the scars like some purple permanent bruise that mars your precious soul. I'd watch helplessly as my undoing harms you and attacks you like some curse that ravages the sense of those who I care for.

If you were a mind reader, I'd gaze timidly away like some frightened baby rabbit because I'd know that you'd read me like some modern high school student stressing over the depiction and analyzing of Shakespeare. Some points would be there, some would be lot, some would be borrowed and some would be deep within.

If you were a mind reader, you'd know that I'd ask you at least a million times what your intention is. Do you want me to be there for you? Do you want me to say something to make you smile? Do you want me to confess? Do you want to know what I'm thinking? Do you want to know the real me at once? Do you want to know me bit by bit? Do you…..do you feel the same way?

If you were a mind reader, you'd know how I feel. You'd know the confusion that whirls around me like some tornado of clumsiness that longs to know what you see in me.

If I was a mind reader? Well…that's a different story isn't it?