this is knowledge. this is silence. this is breathing. where are you?

"what are you thinking about?" "you." "what about me?"
I think you got your mouth full of me just to avoid talking. I think you moan for my benefit. I think you're scared of something just because you haven't gotten used to it. I think you murmur meows so you don't have to say it.
Eat fruit.
I hear emotion in your voice all the time even though I complain about the opposite. I don't always trust my instincts. I want to be blatantly told so I can tell if my senses are properly calibrated. What if I'm wrong? I don't think I am, but what if? What if the thing you were thinking and feeling about me wasn't really what I thought it was?
It was, but what if it wasn't? I get confused sometimes. And I'm not sure if what I feel is mine or someone else's.
Not sure if what I feel is your's or residual.
Kiss me.
I don't want to doubt. There's no reason, right?
I don't want to doubt. I want to know.
Is this connection?
Can you feel it?
I didn't know how well I knew me
until you came along.
I didn't know how little I knew
until you didn't tell me.