Stranger

Do you know my middle name?
What about my favorite smell?
You know nothing about me 
Not even the things 
A friend should know 
We are strangers
Not the perfect type 
More like
The distant type
Knowing each other too long
To not know each other 
We share our bodies 
But you still don’t know mine
The birthmark on my foot
All the scars and how I got them
I don’t know you either 
Not for lack of trying
You’ve built your wall too high 
There’s no way in
I want to know you
I don’t want to be strangers

My middle name is Patricia
I love the smell of the air
Right before it rains
I like sunflowers, long car rides
Rainstorms 
And spending hours in bookstores

My walls are down
Don’t be a stranger