an undefined poem

With you, I read between the lines:
The small words used to distract from the truth,
while you run, pushed apart like north and south.
I'll admire every step. Respect
every move.
Like a game of strategy. Trust me?
I think
maybe.
The past is still present in your eyes.
And I beg, let it taint you.
And
Dig
at your soul.
Please, push me. Take my sternum, break it.
Shatter it into impossible shapes.
The things I've seen. Terrible scenes.
But you know as well as I:
That look of hunger in your eyes, it's been there
from the start.