Let go

This picture says a lot to me.

I feel your eyes upon me but I can't hear your thoughts
I can feel my chest rising as I breathe in and out
Rushing in and out of my mind
little thoughts of what you see
Is it what I want you to see? It's not my choice.
And before it begins....I know its end
Before my very eyes - its crumbling down
I know. You know. We both feel.
Every move I make, I can feel your beautiful eyes watching me
Why does it make me so uncomfortable?
Am I scared that you will see me? That all I am...is me.
Will you think it's breathtaking? Or will you run?
Again.
The end is already made up - hard to enjoy the beginning.
Push me out of your thoughts, I don't want to be there anymore
Push me out of your dreams - we know they won't come true
Push me as far as you can - because I cannot freely go
Memories are still lingering strong, leaving little traces of nonsense
Nonsense that I make to be real...want so badly to be real
My eyes shut and you are there
They open and you are not
How does it happen that you have taken such an important piece of me
I didn't want it to be taken - you didn't mean to take it
Yet still I'm left with all of me.