I don’t want to know what your favorite color is
Or what you ordered for dessert tonight.
I don’t want to know what kind of car you drive
Or where you were 3 hours ago.
I want to know what you do when you hear the rain on the roof
When you look down and see a beautiful flower
Or look up and see a beautiful woman.
I want to know if you would open the door for a harlot
Or if a woman with a face that does not please you could still capture your imagination with her mind.
I want to hear about the times you fell on your face
Sure of something ~ So absolutely sure of it, only to find out you were wrong.
I want to know what you did the last time a woman told you she didn’t love you anymore
What you think of when you lay down at night with nothing to distract you from the darkness or the silence.
I don’t want to hear the fancy words of a salesman as you try to find what could please my ears
I want to hear where you have been
How many times you stumbled
When last you cried
When last you loved
When the last time was that you sat and listened to someone as they were explaining why they were hurt
What you felt as you listened to them
If you offered advice
And if they took it.
I don’t want you to tell me all the terrible things about your ex
I want you to tell me why you loved her
What it was about her that captured your attention
Kept you with her the amount of time you were
I want to know what she did to you
How she made you feel
When you were at your best with her.
I want to know why you gave up on that
Why you walked away
And how that made you feel.
I want to know why you fight for nothing
Why everything and everyone that meant something to you at some point
Means nothing to you today
And why you think
I would be interested
In being part of your past.