Perhaps you feel the same as I feel. Perhaps I've left you feeling cold and alone. Perhaps I've failed in pulling you into me and I've failed to give you what I've tried to give. Perhaps I've left you feeling unfulfilled and needing something you can't name, but want with a hunger that takes you and holds you and doesn't let go.
Have I failed to love you the way you need to be loved? Have I not given you what you need to be given? Is my way ineffective? Like pouring water into sand?
Am I too intense? Too needy? Too demanding?
If only I knew what you need from me, I'd give it. If you need less of my heart and more of my mind.
If you need more actions and less words.
If you need more space and less physical contact.
If you need less of my soul and more of the shallow.
I'm opening up. I can see it. I just wonder if he sees it, or if it looks like bits of glass scattered across asphalt. The echo of trauma, but worthless now it's broken. Shape undetermined. Taken at face value. Not thought about and barely looked at.
Have I failed to love you the way you need to be loved? Have I not given you what you need to be given? Is my way ineffective? Like pouring water into sand?
Am I too intense? Too needy? Too demanding?
If only I knew what you need from me, I'd give it. If you need less of my heart and more of my mind.
If you need more actions and less words.
If you need more space and less physical contact.
If you need less of my soul and more of the shallow.
I'm opening up. I can see it. I just wonder if he sees it, or if it looks like bits of glass scattered across asphalt. The echo of trauma, but worthless now it's broken. Shape undetermined. Taken at face value. Not thought about and barely looked at.
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