K is for: Kicked

I can't read her but she's got me flung open like a book;
I just can't help but feel I am ruining it with every word and every look.
I've got an inkling that the real me was simply never meant to be seen
I am far more exposed then I think I've ever been.
She knows my hiding place and every area in between,
And it all plays out like an inconsistent dream.
I begin to worry, my mind is my demise,
I start to overthink, overwhelm her with my cries.
This is where she will slip away I'm sure she's done by now,
And I will try to let it go but at this point I don't know how,
I was scared I'd be a nuisance and by trying not to be
I think I crossed the line and its far to hard to see.
I won't close off, I won't retreat; I'll wait patiently
While the dust settles and she decides what to think of me.