This is my girlfriend.

A private guy which I guess I can understand.
Keeps much to himself.
“Ask me anything.”
What do you ask?
Will questions deter?
He, confident of the chicanery of man.

Grilling is kind of a big thing.
It pushes people away.
“You don’t want to know the answers?”
I think the questions are simple, reasonable, timingly, and innocent.
“Who are you?”
Not deterred yet. Not trivializing.

I’m not sure I know.

“When was the last time you’re hurt?”
He, once, twice. No more recollection.
Didn’t point it out. Didn’t say it.
But you’re capable of hurting me, too.
…in every fallback, in every occasion.

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