Too tough to teach

You deadly minx
I adore your brutal delicacy
I worship your volatile imagination
I'm crippled by your innocence

I find it some kind of wonderful how clumsy you are
You mean well
I'm a little irritated by your lack of time management
I'm a fine one to speak

Somewhere in you lies the makings of a horror
It's your ability to get your way
It's your way with words
Even though at times you don't repeat what was said
Instead, what your mind interpreted and invented
I love you anyway because I believe you mean well

You ought to learn when to take off the mask though
Otherwise it veils you from whom you seek
Those you invite in will debate whether they're truly welcome
Avoid by all means to bend the truth away from those you yearn to keep
I had to learn these along the way, thanks to exquisite suffering

Avoid by all means to manipulate in the name of security
Territory is a hell of a thing.
It distinguishes the world from what is yours
And I thinks it's wonderful for us to have our place in the world
Even so, never forget that we own nothing, no one

My beloved nectar-filled-early-morning-breeze-as-mortals-welcome-the-sun
Remember you become transparent to your kind
Fight ownership to the end, it will destroy you whole
When you find your place, don't just let the doors and windows open
Let yourself be open too
Then the future will hold.

Too tough to teach...