This one is for you

what's exhausting is walking around with it
the tiny slip of a thought
something that could be true
but you just can't bet on it
we're made of mystery and wonder
dice in pockets
rabbit feet
little wishes
but we're afraid
and we're sometimes stuck
I want you to say all the truth you know
even the ones you don't
I want you to practice in a mirror
pay attention to your mouth
make it move
in all directions
like a kiss
you'd put all over me