“Sounds like you give everyone all you got…
“and forget to keep some for yourself.
“That won’t work with music.
“You gotta write for you.
“Play for you.
“You have to let it be yours.
“What doyouneed.
“What doyouwant.
“How doyoufeel.”
His eyes flick across my face,
and my voice drops lower.
“Be selfish for once, Drew.
“Fuck perfection. Just be honest.”
His mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Only the sound of surrender
tangled in a laugh.
“You always do that,” he breathes out.
“Do what?”
“I try to play it safe, and you?—”
He throws his hand up at me.
“Shake me up. Every fuckin’ time.”
He looks away,
then back.
“Yeah, aight. You right.”
A raspy sigh seeps from him.
“Damn. No one’s ever called me out… and made me wanna do better in the same breath.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up,
all play and pull.
“So you gonna help me?”
His question sits there. Mine, if I want it.
