Wants

I don't want to be your best friend. I don't want simple talks. I want to be envolved with you. I want to be good to you.

Caught

I got caught. Like a rabbit in a snare, I get caught.

Should I say something to you first? We've come this far and still nothing. Or should I let you come to me? I've shown my hand multiple times, wanting to be something.

Fake

I hold this pillow like it's you. I clench this fabric and pretend it's your pores. I begin to slip into false reality, and your contour is in my grasp again.

It is what it is

I take it so personal and so harshly because I hate the extinction of affection and affinity. Even when we go from each other's space, I feel a dismemberment.

The change

Something changed.

I could tell by the way you looked at me. If you don't want to love me, don't look through my soul.

Emotional Distress

I feel like I'm putting in more energy than you are.
How long is this going to last?
I'm wondering how far.
How do I 'go with the flow'
if I feel I'm doing most of the work?
I'm wondering if you want this
please, I need to know.

Open

Open up to me.
Like a daisy waiting for summer sunlight.
Show me your beauty.