"It's not like you're ever going anywhere," she says...I think.
She wants love, what she gets is peripheral attention,
halfhearted jokes in small talk conversation.
I share myself with people who appreciate the noise
but I can't bring myself to share myself with the one who loves me.
It's embarrassment that hinders me.
That's my selfish story that I'm sticking with
and we both know that I'm really trying to be more empathetic.
I don't need the empathy you deserve
and I'm still afraid that I'm giving up too much of what is actually nothing.
I said I wanted to give back but I'm draining life.
I said I wanted to give back but I'm draining life,
sucking dry the last of my only lifelines,
including any meaning in my words.
I put pen to paper and finally wrote something of substance,
words I can be proud of enough to share with you.
She reads silently as I wait eagerly for the next thing that she'll say:
"This is the greatest poem ever written. Why haven't you shown me any of this bright side sooner?"
I smile in her eyes, blushing.
Have trust in the ones that you love.
released June 24, 2016
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